But on these occasions there had been no tears; her beautiful eyes were clear and still.

"She is cold, calm, and hopeless," Mrs.Tristram declared, and she added that on her mentioning that her friend Mr.Newman was again in Paris and was faithful in his desire to make Madame de Cintre's acquaintance, this lovely woman had found a smile in her despair, and declared that she was sorry to have missed his visit in the spring and that she hoped he had not lost courage.

"I told her something about you," said Mrs.Tristram.
"That's a comfort," said Newman, placidly.

"I like people to know about me." A few days after this, one dusky autumn afternoon, he went again to the Rue de l'Universite.

The early evening had closed in as he applied for admittance at the stoutly guarded Hotel de Bellegarde.