She raised her hazel eyes again to his, she nestled closer to him, and then, with a shy fluttering of her lids, a delicious red suffusing her virgin cheek, she answered very softly: "I will go anywhere with you, monsieur--anywhere." With a cry he broke from her.

There was no fancying now; no possibility of misunderstanding.

He saw how she had misread his question, how she had delivered herself up to him in answer.

His almost roughness startled her, and she stared at him as he stamped down the apartment and back to where she stood, seeking in vain to master the turbulence of his feelings.

He stood still again.