Dauvray.
She had been treated as a daughter; now she was in return to rob Mme.
Dauvray of the belief which had become the passion of her life.
"Let us take our seats at the table," she heard Mme.

Dauvray say.
"Helene, you are by the switch of the electric light.

Will you turn it off ?" And upon that Helene whispered, yet so that the whisper reached to Celia and awakened hope: "Wait! I will see what she is doing." The curtains opened, and Helene Vauquier slipped to the girl's side.
Celia checked her tears.

She smiled imploringly, gratefully.
"What shall I do ?" asked Helene, in a voice so low that the movement of her mouth rather than the words made the question clear.
Celia raised her head to answer.

And then a thing incomprehensible to her happened.