But remember it is a woman speaking to you, and things which you will count silly and trivial mean very much to her.
There was one night last June--only last June! To think of it! So little while ago there was no Mlle.

Celie--" and, as Hanaud raised his hand, she said hurriedly, "Yes, yes; I will control myself.

But to think of Mme.

Dauvray now!" And thereupon she blurted out her story and explained to Mr.Ricardo the question which had so perplexed him: how a girl of so much distinction as Celia Harland came to be living with a woman of so common a type as Mme.

Dauvray.
"Well, one night in June," said Helene Vauquier, "madame went with a party to supper at the Abbaye Restaurant in Montmartre.