under the solitary
electric light. I recognized Yvonne. Then she passed on. Neither of
us spoke for a moment. Then:

"Why did you say you were Yvonne?" said I.

"Yvonne is my name, too."

"Were you afraid I might have a lucid interval?"

"Perhaps."

"Your fears are realized. I have--I'm having one now."

"How awful!"

"Isn't it? And now we've found your bag, would you mind if I looked
for something else?"

"Something of yours or mine?"

"Something of yours?"

"Can I help you?" she said slowly.

"Materially."

With a little half laugh, half sob, a warm arm slid round my neck.

"Here they are!" she whispered.

Madame would not let us go till Yvonne had returned from the manager's
office with the offer of a box for Thursday.

"So it is not 'Good-bye' and you will come and see me again. I sing
then for the last time in Munich. I fear you cannot have your own box,
though. The Regent is coming that night. It is too bad."

We laughed and bade her farewell.

As the car slowed down at my companion's hotel, the footman slid off
the front seat and opened the door. I got up and out of the car. As I
turned, I saw the girl pick up her gloves and leave the precious bag on
the seat.

"My dear, your bag--"

But, as she got out, the bag left the seat with her. By the lights in
the car I saw that it was attached to a chain about her neck; and the
chain lay beneath her dress. I handed her out thoughtfully.

"Till Thursday, then," she said.

"Till to-morrow morning," said I.

She laughed.

"I think there ought to be an interval."

"Isn't that just what I'm saying? What about a luncheon interval
to-morrow?"

"Well, it mustn't be a lucid one"

"All right. I'll bring Jonah and Daphne."

"Mayn't I see the mistake?"

"If I can find him."

"Good-bye"

"Good-bye. I say--"

She turned, one small foot on the steps.

"I love your feet," I said.

"Anything else?"

"Yes. Do you always unfasten that chain and take off the bag when you
go to the theatre?"

She looked down at the little foot in its shining shoe. Then:

"Only on third Tuesdays," she said.

When I reached my hotel, I passed quickly upstairs to the sitting-room.

"Here he is," said Daphne "Come along, darling, and have some supper,
and tell us all about it."

"Supper!" said Berry. "Woman, you forget yourself. You are no longer
on the joy-wheel. My lord has dined."

"As a matter of fact, I have," said I