The only thing that can redeem this life is love." "That is true," she said, coldly.

"What then ?" "You do not redeem it.

We must part." She laughed fitfully.

"We must-- ?" She leaned towards him.
"To-morrow evening you will go back to Paris.

To-night we part, however: that is, our relations cease." "I shall go from here when it pleases me, Gaston!" His voice came low and stern, but courteous: "You must go when I tell you.