"I am sorry, madame," he replied, with an admiring look.
She shook her head sadly.

"Adieu, monsieur!" she said steadily and very kindly.
A moment after he was gone.

She looked at the missive steadfastly for a moment, then thrust it into the folds of her dress and, very pale, walked quietly to the house, where, inside her own room, she lighted a candle.

She turned the letter over in her hand once or twice, and her fingers hung at the seal.

But all at once she raised it to her lips, and then with a grave, firm look, held it in the flame and saw it pass in smoke.