When he is a little better, he will be benefited by your brightest gossip, Mrs.
Falchion." She rose smiling, but she did not again take his hand, though I thought he made a motion to that end.

But she looked down at him steadily for a moment.

Beneath her look his face flushed, and his eyes grew hot with light; then they dropped, and the eyelids closed on them.

At that she said, with an incomprehensible airiness: "Good-night.

I am going now to play the music of 'La Grande Duchesse' as a farewell to Gibraltar.