She paused a few moments in the vestibule to regain her breath, to gather together all her courage, to compose her mind; she had at once divined that there was some one in the _salon_.

She entered; Mlle.

Galet was not there, but he was there, the man whom she had come to seek.

Apparently, he awaited the awakening of the mistress of the place.

In perceiving the woman whom he had sworn never to see again, he trembled violently, and his eyes sought some loophole of escape; there was none.