He protested earnestly, fearing lest the maid should become an enemy.
"Helene, it is not true that I am playing with Mlle.Celie.Why should I not care for her ?" Helene Vauquier shrugged her shoulders.

The question needed no answer.
"Why should I seek her so often if I did not care ?" And to this question Helene Vauquier smiled--a quiet, slow, confidential smile.
"What does monsieur want of Mme.

Dauvray ?" she asked.

And the question was her answer.
Wethermill stood silent.

Then he said abruptly: "Nothing, of course; nothing." And he walked away.
But the smile remained on Helene Vauquier's face.