rows and grows, the more one thinks of it! I believe it
grew under his hands in just the same way. I don't doubt that it would
have come, at last, to Miss Holladay's death by some subtle means; to
the substitution of her sister for her--after a year or two abroad,
who could have detected it? And then--oh, then, she would have married
Fajolle again, and they would have settled down to the enjoyment of
her fortune. And he would have been a great man--oh, a very great man.
He would have climbed and climbed."

My companion nodded.

"_Touche!_" she cried.

I bowed my thanks; I was learning French as rapidly as circumstances
permitted.

"But Frances did not see them again?"

"Oh, no; she preferred not."

"And the money?"

"Was left in the box. I sent back the key. She wished it so. After
all, it was her mother----"

"Yes, of course; perhaps she was not really so bad."

"She wasn't," I said decidedly. "But the man----"

"Was a genius. I'm almost sorry he's dead."

"I'm more than sorry--it has taken an interest out of life."

We had come out upon the bridge of Austerlitz, and paused,
involuntarily. Below us was the busy river, with its bridges, its
boats, its crowds along the quays; far ahead, dominating the scene,
the towers of the cathedral; and the warm sun of June was over it all.
We leaned upon the balustrade and gazed at all this beauty.

"And now the mystery is cleared away," she said, "and the prince and
the princess are wedded, just as they were in the fairy tales of our
childhood. It's a good ending."

"For all stories," I added.

She turned and looked at me.

"There are other stories," I explained. "Theirs is not the only one."

"No?"

The spirit of Paris--or perhaps the June sunshine--was in my veins,
running riot, clamorous, not to be repressed.

"Certainly not. There might be another, for instance, with you and me
as the principals."

I dared not look at her; I could only stare ahead of me down at the
water.

She made no sign; the moments passed.

"Might be," I said desperately. "But there's a wide abyss between the
possible and the actual."

Still no sign; I had offended her--I might have known!

But I mustered courage to steal a sidelong glance at her.

She was smiling down at the water, and her eyes were very bright.

"Not always," she whispered. "Not always."

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