"You must see me--alone ?" "Oui, M'selle," murmured Jean, turning to Philip.

"If M'sieur Philip can arrange for us to be alone." "I will be gone in a moment," said Philip, hastily beginning to put on heavier garments.

"Lock the door, Jean.

It will not do to be interrupted now." When he was ready Josephine went to him, her eyes shining softly.

Jean turned to the window.
"You--your faith in me is beautiful," she said gratefully, so low that only he could hear her.