She thrilled a little as the picture came up before her of the large outlook she would have to survey, and the great situation she would have to adorn, but sure of Henry's devoted kindness and gentleness all the time.
Yes--she would certainly marry him, perhaps by next year.

Mr.Parsons had written only yesterday, saying he had begun to take steps, as her freedom must come from the side of her husband--who could divorce her for desertion.

She could not urge this plea against him, since she had left him of her own free will.
"He will jump at the chance, naturally," she said to herself--"and then, perhaps, he will marry Daisy Van der Horn!" She was still a very young woman, you see, for all her four years of deep education in the world of books! She put the letter back in her basket below the flowers she had picked, and prepared to return to the chateau.

To arrange various combinations of color in vases was her peculiar joy--and her flower decorations were her special care.

She was just entering the great towered gate of Heronac where resided the concierge, when she heard the whir of a motor approaching in the distance, and she hurriedly slipped inside old Berthe's parlor.