She hung trembling on his looks, and asked, as he still did not answer: "Well, darling, is it to be my way?
We will drive quietly home and pretend we are at St.Valery ?" "No," he answered firmly, "that is impossible.

I shall go to an hotel.
No, do not try to dissuade me, for it would be useless." "And you can let me go from you ?" "Only for a few hours.

We shall be in the same town, and can see one another as often as we like." "And you would be satisfied with that ?" "It will have to be so, as the circumstances will not permit of anything else." She broke into a storm of tears, and sobbed, "You do not love me." He soothed and comforted her; he kissed her eyes, he pressed her head to his heart, and tried to calm her as he would a child, but it was long before he brought her round.

At last she raised her head and asked: "You are determined to go to an hotel ?" "I must, dear heart." "Very well; then I shall go too." He had nothing to say against this and so it was settled.
It was close upon midnight when the train ran into the St.Lazare station.

Anne came hurrying from the next carriage.
"You can drive home," said Pilar to her.