When they drove up to the Hotel de Paris, she alighted and bade him a smiling farewell, and went to her room with the starlight in her eyes.

The lift man asked if Madame had won.

She dangled her empty purse and laughed.
Then the lift man, who had seen that light in women's eyes before, made certain that she was in love, and opened the lift door for her with the confidential air of the Latin who knows sweet secrets.

But the lift man was wrong.

No man had a part in her soul's exultation.