He was shown into the stiff Italian drawing-room, with its great Venetian glass chandelier, its heavy picture-hung walls, its Empire furniture covered in yellow silk.

Presently the door opened and she entered, girlish in blouse and skirt, fresh as the morning.

"Bon jour, Paul.

I've not had time to put on my hat, but--" She did not end, for he strode toward her and with a little laugh of triumph took her in his arms and kissed her.

And so what had to be came to pass..