s so terribly full of strange
emotion was all which occupied Sabine's mind at this period. Other
preoccupations came later; and it was then that she listened to Simone's
suggestion of going to San Francisco. The maid knew it well, and there
they spent several months in a quiet hotel. But they neither of them
cared much to remember those days, and nothing would have ever induced
Sabine to return thither.

* * * * *

She thought of these things now, as Simone left the room with the blue
case, but she put from her all disturbing remembrances on her journey to
Paris, and rushed into Moravia's arms, who was waiting for her in her
palatial apartment in the Avenue du Bois; they really loved one another,
these two women, as few sisters do.

"Sabine, you darling!" the Princess cried, while Girolamo, kept up an
hour later to welcome his god-mamma, screamed with joy.

"Now tell me everything, everything, pet!" Moravia demanded, as she
poured out the tea. "Has the divorce been settled? How soon will you be
free? When can you get married to this nice Englishman?"

"I don't exactly know, Morri--the law is such a strange thing; however,
my--husband--has agreed and begun to take the necessary steps by
requesting me to go back to him, which I have refused to do."

"You are looking perfectly splendid, dear. Having all that brain
stimulation evidently suits you. Wasn't the visit of Lord Fordyce
delightful in that romantic old castle? What did you do all the time?
and what was the friend like?--you did not tell me."

Sabine stirred her tea.

"He only stayed one night--he was quite a nice creature--Mr.
Arranstoun."

"Of the castle?" The Princess was thrilled. "Why, darling, he must be
the one that they say is going to marry Daisy Van der Horn. He has got
some matrimonial tangle like you have, and when he is through with it,
Daisy is such dead nuts on him, they say she is certain to get him to
marry her! Do tell me exactly what he is like--I am not over fond of
Daisy, you know--but she is a splendid specimen of dash and vim."

"He is good-looking, Morri--and he has got 'it.'"

"I gathered that from all that I have heard of him here. Old Miss
Buskin, Daisy's aunt, you remember the old horror, says he is 'just too
sweet,' and 'that sassy'--you know her frightfully vulgar way of
speaking!--that even she is 'afraid to be alone in the room with him!'"

"I dare say--he--looked like that--he ought to sui