She has money, whereas I--what am I?
A mere castaway on life's sea! Yes, yes." She covers her face with her hands in a little paroxysm of despair.
"Yes," faintly, "you will marry that girl." "Well, why not ?" sullenly.

He is as white as she is--his face is stern.

"If she will deign to accept me.

I have not so far," with a bitter laugh, "been very successful in love affairs." "Oh! _How_ can you say that--and to me ?" She bursts into tears, and in a moment he has her in his arms.

His beautiful darling! He soothes her, caresses her, lets her weave the bands of her fascination over him all fresh again.
It is only afterwards he remembers that through all her grief and love she had never so forgotten herself as to promise to exile herself for his sake in a foreign land..