He seemed embarrassed by the _tete-a-tete_ which, nevertheless, he had sought.

He rose, saying: "I regret not being able to see M.
Moriaz; I came to bid him farewell.

I leave this evening." She summoned courage and replied: "You did well to come; you left a volume of Shakespeare--here it is." Then drawing from her notebook a paper--"I have still another restitution to make to you.

I have had the misfortune to discover that it was you who wrote this letter." With these words she handed him the anonymous note.

He changed countenance, and it was now his turn to grow red.