And then again, with equal abruptness, he grew strong and steady and perfectly master of himself.

Nay, never had he felt a confidence in himself so overwhelming or a capacity so complete.

The triumph of that which he had done, the knowledge that of so many he, almost alone, had escaped, filled his brain with a delicious and intoxicating vanity.

When the door opened, and Madame St.Lo appeared on the threshold, he advanced holding out his arms.

He expected that she would fall into them.
But Madame only backed and curtseyed, a mischievous light in her eyes.
"A thousand thanks, Monsieur!" she said, "but you are more ready than I!" And she remained by the door.
"I have come to you through all!" he cried, speaking loudly because of a humming in his ears.