The window was open when Philip came to it, and Jean was waiting to give him an assisting hand.

The moment he was in the room he turned to look at Josephine.

She was gone.

Almost angrily he whirled upon the half-breed, who had lowered the window, and was now drawing the curtain.

It was with an effort that he held back the words on his lips.
Jean saw that effort, and shrugged his shoulders with an appreciative gesture.
"It is partly my fault that she is not here, M'sieur," he explained.
"She would have told you nothing of what has passed between us--not as much, perhaps, as I.She will see you in the morning." "And there's damned little consolation at the present moment in that," gritted Philip, with clenched hands.