So much had been understood.

She was to dress herself and sit down to supper, and after that she was not to be disturbed again till the morrow.

On the next morning she was to be subjected to the grand trial.

She understood this so well that she went about the house fearless on that evening--fearless as regarded the moment, fearful only as regarded the morrow.
'May I ask one question, dear ?' said her aunt, coming to her after she had gone to her own room.

'Have you made up your mind ?' 'No,' said Marie; 'I have not made up my mind.' Her aunt stood for a moment looking at her, and then crept out of the room.
In the morning Michel Voss was half-inclined to release his niece, and to tell Urmand that he had better go back to Basle.