"_Au revoir_, my Ermentrude.

May you have a happy year in Switzerland!" "_Au revoir_! little Madame.

_You_ will be happy I know in those United States to which you are going." And the tears stood in the eyes of both.
"You will write ?" "I will write." But the bride did not seem quite satisfied.

Glancing about and finding her young husband busy with his adieux, she drew her friend apart and softly murmured: "There is something I must say,--something I must know, before the sea divides us.

You remember the day we all left school and you went home and I came to Britanny?
Ermentrude, Achille tells me that on that day he sought the whole house over for you till he came upon you in one of the classrooms; and that you whom I had sometimes seen so sad were very gay and told him between laughing and crying that you were bidding a solemn farewell to all the nooks and corners of the old seminary, because your fiance awaited you at home, and there would be no coming back." "I meant my music." "He did not know that, Ermentrude," and here she laid her hands upon the other's shoulders, drawing back as she did so to look earnestly up into her face.