She struggled a moment with her emotion, and then broke down, and fell to weeping silently.

For two days she had sat in public and not given way.

But the reference to her lover was too much for her strength.
Madame St.Lo looked at her with eyes which were not unkindly.
"Sits the wind in that quarter ?" she murmured.

"I thought so! But there, my dear, if you don't put that packet in your gown you'll wash out the address! Moreover, if you ask me, I don't think the young man is worth it.

It is only that what we have not got--we want!" But the young Countess had borne to the limit of her powers.