It was about half-past eleven when Sonia Danidoff rose to take leave of her hostess. Thomery, hesitating, looked first at his old friend, then at the Princess, asking himself what he ought to do. Madame de Vibray felt secretly grateful to him for this momentary hesitation. As a woman whose mourning for a dead love is over, she spoke out bravely:“Dear friend,” said she, “surely you are not going to let the Princess return alone!... I hope she will allow you to see her safely home.”

The Princess pressed the hands of her generous hostess: she was radiant.

“What a good kind friend you are!” she cried in an outburst of sincere affection. Then, with a questioning glance, in which there was a touch of uneasiness, a slight hesitation, she said:

“Ah, do let me kiss you!”

For all reply Madame de Vibray opened her arms; the two women clung together, sealing with their kiss the treaty of peace both wished to keep.

When the humming of the motor-car, which bore off the Princess and Thomery, had died away in the distance, Madame de Vibray retired to her room. A tear rolled down her cheek:

“A little bit of my heart has gone with them,” she murmured. The poor woman sighed deeply: “Ah, it is my whole heart that has gone!”

There was a discreet knock at the door. She mastered her emotion. It was the dignified mistress of the house who said quietly:

“Come in!”

It was Antoine, who presented two letters on a silver salver. He explained that, believing his mistress to be anxiously awaiting some news, he had ventured to bring up the last post at this late hour.

After bidding Antoine good night, she recalled him to say: “Please tell the maid not to come up. I shall not require her. I can manage by myself.”

Madame de Vibray went towards the little writing-table, which stood in one corner of her room; in leisurely fashion she sat down and proceeded to open her letters with a wearied air.

“Why, it’s from that nice Jacques Dollon!” she exclaimed, as she read the first letter she opened: