The maid knew it well, and there they spent several months in a quiet hotel.

But they neither of them cared much to remember those days, and nothing would have ever induced Sabine to return thither.
* * * * * She thought of these things now, as Simone left the room with the blue case, but she put from her all disturbing remembrances on her journey to Paris, and rushed into Moravia's arms, who was waiting for her in her palatial apartment in the Avenue du Bois; they really loved one another, these two women, as few sisters do.
"Sabine, you darling!" the Princess cried, while Girolamo, kept up an hour later to welcome his god-mamma, screamed with joy.
"Now tell me everything, everything, pet!" Moravia demanded, as she poured out the tea.

"Has the divorce been settled?
How soon will you be free?
When can you get married to this nice Englishman ?" "I don't exactly know, Morri--the law is such a strange thing; however, my--husband--has agreed and begun to take the necessary steps by requesting me to go back to him, which I have refused to do." "You are looking perfectly splendid, dear.

Having all that brain stimulation evidently suits you.

Wasn't the visit of Lord Fordyce delightful in that romantic old castle?
What did you do all the time?
and what was the friend like ?--you did not tell me." Sabine stirred her tea.
"He only stayed one night--he was quite a nice creature--Mr.
Arranstoun." "Of the castle ?" The Princess was thrilled.