Civilization again won the game.
For she had to listen unconcernedly to Madame Imogen's voluble description of Michael's leaving--pressing business which he had mistaken the date about--finally she had to pour out tea and smile happily at Henry and Pere Anselme.
But when she was at last alone, she flung herself down by the window seat and shook all over with sobs.
Michael's note to Henry was characteristic: I'm bored, my dear Henry--the picture of your bliss is not inspiriting--so I am off to Paris and thence home.

I hope you'll think I behaved all right and played the game.
Took your motor to catch train.
Yrs., M.A..