The servants at the Ritz, in Paris, so exquisitely drilled, made no apparent difference, when the bride and bridegroom arrived there about half-past seven o'clock, than if they had been an elderly brother and sister; and they were taken to the beautiful Empire suite on the Vendome side of the first floor.

Everything was perfection in the way of arrangement, and the flowers were so particularly beautiful that Zara's love for them caused her to cry out, "Oh! the dear roses! I must just bury my face in them, first." They had got through the railway journey very well; real, overcoming fatigue had caused them both to sleep, and in the automobile, coming to the hotel, they had exchanged a few stiff words.
"To-morrow night we can dine out at a restaurant," Tristram had said, "but to-night perhaps you are tired and would rather go to bed ?" "Thank you," said Zara.

"Yes, I would." For she thought she wanted to write her letters to Mirko and tell him of her new name and place.

So she put on a tea-gown, and at about half-past eight joined Tristram in the sitting-room.

If they had not both been so strained their sense of humor would not have permitted them to refrain from a laugh.