ee her, but had an engagement for the time named. She was a little
sorry that Frances had turned up, as she knew that Judy would refuse to
see any good in her and did not know just how the very sophisticated
young woman would impress her mother. But Molly was not one to turn her
back on any one who was fond of her and she had always been sorry for
Frances, feeling in the old days at college that she had been too easily
condemned by her classmates. "There was good in her," reiterated Molly
to herself, "and there still is, and I am going to be nice to her. Judy
can be as stand-offish as she pleases. I know mother will be kind; she
always is."

The last act of _Louise_ was the most wonderful of all and Molly felt
herself becoming so filled with emotion that she feared she would spill
over again. She was grateful to Mr. Kinsella when he said to her in an
undertone: "The gargle evidently did her good as the huskiness has
gone." She smiled in spite of herself and the tears had to go.

It was over all too soon. _Louise's_ father, after he realizes that
_Louise_ has gone for good to her devoted lover in Montmartre, gazes
through the garret window at Paris, which, lighted, seems like a
thousand-eyed monster to the old man. He shakes his fist in a rage and
cries, "Oh, _Paris_!"

As they put on their wraps, Molly heard the marchioness whisper to her
husband: "Ah, Jean, your mother was wise to let us marry, wise and good.
How much better it would have been for this poor old man if he could
have let youth have its say!"

"Ah, my Sara, indeed she was. And now _ma mere_ can still hear the voice
of Paris calling as did _Louise_ in the first act, and she does not have
to curse it as did _la pere_ in the last." And the marquis disguised a
fervent hug in the pretext of helping his wife with her cloak.

CHAPTER IX.

THE POSTSCRIPT.

The Bents' studio apartment proved to be exactly the thing for Mrs.
Brown and the girls, and arrangements were made with the artist and his
wife to have it turned over to them in ten days, which would just fill
out their time at _Maison Pace_.

The apartment consisted of a large studio, kitchenette and two small
bedrooms. The plan was for Mrs. Brown to have one of the bedrooms and
Elise O'Brien the other, while Molly and Judy, to their unbounded
delight, were to sleep in a balcony that ran across one end of the
studio. The Marquise d'Ochte explained to them that this was quite
customary in Boh