Beaufort received her ex-pupil with very French effusion.
"Ah, my angel! so pale, so sad, so beautiful! I am distracted at the appearance! But we will restore you.

The change, the associations--all will be well in time." The lonely young creature clung to her lover with passionate abandon.
"Don't go back just yet, Everard," she implored.

"Let me get used to being alone.

When you are with me I am content, but when you go, and I am all alone among these strangers--" But he needed no pleading--he loved her entirely, devotedly.

He promised anything--everything! He would remain in Paris the whole year of probation, if she wished, that he might see her at least every week.
She let him go at last, and stole away in the dusky gloaming to her allotted little room.