eurs have
justified our existence. To-night I give away all that I choose. Ah,
Angele!" he murmured, in her dainty little ear, "if I had but a heart to
give!"

She flashed a quick smile into his face, but her forehead was wrinkled.

"You have lost it to the young English miss. She is beautiful, but so
cold!"

"Do you think so?" he whispered. "Look!"

Phyllis was seated next Duncombe, and he too was whispering something in
her ear. The look with which she answered him, told all that there was
to know. The Marquise, who had intercepted it, shrugged her shoulders.

"It is not worth while, my friend, that you break your heart," she
murmured, "for that one can see is an affair arranged."

He nodded.

"After all," he said, "the true Frenchman loves only in his own
country."

"Or in any other where he may chance to be," she answered drily. "Never
mind, Henri! I shall not let you wander very far. Your supper-party has
been delightful--but you see the time!"

They trooped down the narrow stairs laughing and talking. Duncombe and
Phyllis came last, and their hands met for an instant behind the burly
commissionaire.

"Until to-morrow!"

"Until to-morrow," she echoed softly, as he handed her into the electric
_coupe_.

Andrew and he drove down the hill together. Duncombe was a little ill at
ease.

"There is one thing, Andrew," he said, "which I should like to say to
you. I want you to remember the night in your garden, when you asked me
to come to Paris for you."

"Yes?"

"I warned you, didn't I? I knew that it would come, and it has!"

Andrew smiled in gentle scorn.

"My dear Duncombe," he said, "why do you think it necessary to tell me a
thing so glaringly apparent? I have nothing to blame you for. It was a
foolish dream of mine, which I shall easily outlive. For, George, this
has been a great day for me. I believe that my time for dreams has gone
by."

Duncombe turned towards him with interest.

"What do you mean, Andrew?"

"I have been to see Foudroye, the great oculist. He has examined my eyes
carefully, and he assures me positively that my eyesight is completely
sound. In two months' time I shall see as well as any one!"

Duncombe's voice shook with emotion. He grasped his friend's hand.

"That is good--magnificent, Andrew!" he declared.

Their carriage rattled over the cobbled stones as they crossed the
Square. The white mysterious dawn was breaking over Paris. Andrew threw
his head back with