"Good-bye!" she murmured shyly.
He rose also with a sweeping bow.

"_A bientot_,--Daphne!" he said.
She gave him a single swift glance from under fluttering lashes, and turned away in silence.
She went up the stairs with the speed of a bird on the wing, but she could not outpace the wonder and the wild delight at her heart.

As she entered her own room at length, she laughed, a breathless, rippling laugh.

How amazing--and how gorgeous--was this new life!.