Sylvia clearly did not suspect that it was just the appearance of that stiff, old-fashioned couple which had driven her out of Trouville a good month before her time--her, Mrs.Thesiger of the many friends.

She fell to wondering what in the world had brought M.de Camours and his mother to that watering place amongst the brilliant and the painted women.

She laughed again at the odd picture they had made, and her thoughts went back over twenty years to the time when she had been the wife of M.de Camours in the chateau overlooking the village in Provence, and M.de Camours' mother had watched her with an unceasing jealousy.

Much had happened since those days.

Madame de Camours' watchings had not been in vain, a decree had been obtained from the Pope annulling the marriage.