Somehow she did not care to face her tearful prisoner again until she could restore the unhappy girl to the arms of her true lover.

There was still romance in the soul of Madame Cerise, however withered her cheeks might be.

She was very glad that at last she had summoned courage to act according to the dictates of her heart.
Eh?
What is this?
A rumble of wheels over the frozen snow caused her to glance at the clock above the mantel.

Not by any possibility could Monsieur Weldon arrive so soon.

Who, then, could it be?
She sat motionless while the doorbell rang, and rang again.