"And the wine, madame--Beaune." The woman smiled and bowed.

"Let madame but seat herself and it shall come," she said, and went out.
Julie took off her hat, and walked to the glass, patting her hair.

"Give me a cigarette, my dear," she said.

"It was jolly hard only to smoke one to-night." Peter opened and handed her his case in silence, then pulled up a big chair.

There was a knock at the door, and a girl came in with the wine and glasses, which she set on the table, and, then knelt down to light the fire.