The room was gay with the morning rays, and soft with the morning freshness, and I lay a while, my cheek on my hand, drinking in the cheerful influence as I had done many and many a day in our room at Caylus.

It was the touch of Marie's hand, laid timidly on my arm, which roused me with a shock to consciousness.

The truth broke upon me.

I remembered where we were, and what was before us.

"Will you get up, Anne ?" Croisette said.