She adored Aylmer! It had been purely jealousy that made her write to Paris so touchingly, asking him to come back--vague fears that, if he were so depressed in Spain, perhaps he might try by amusements to forget her in Paris.

He had once said to her that, of all places, he thought Paris the least attractive for a romance, because it was all so obvious, so prepared, so professional.

He liked the unexpected, the veiled and somewhat more hypocritical atmosphere, and in the fogs of London, he had said, were more romantic mysteries than in any other city.

Still, she had feared.

And besides she longed to see him.