o meet his, and her voice
shook--'that the time has come for me to go. To-morrow I leave Paris;
but, wherever I go, my sorrow will be with me, and my memory of----'
And once more she kissed his hand.

"'Diane!'

"She made no answer except to sob, and he put his arm round her, and
tried to comfort her, but she gently withdrew herself.

"'Sire, let me go! I had forgotten that with a woman love lasts for
ever, but beauty fades. I have to-day learned my lesson.' And,
sitting herself down, she buried her face in her hands.

"Henri looked helplessly around, and then, rising hurriedly, paced the
room. Once he came up to me, where I stood near the window, and stared
at me, or rather stared across me, as though he did not see me. He was
yielding, I knew, and another sob from Diane broke him.

"He took up the paper, and it rustled in his trembling hand. One more
glance at the bowed figure beside him, and he called out:

"'Le Brusquet, give me a pen.'

"I made no answer, but stood as if I had not heard. I swear to you,
Orrain, that I would rather have let my right hand wither than do his
bidding. Twice he repeated his order; but I stood like a stone. Diane
made no movement. His face flushed, and with a sudden effort he walked
towards a cabinet, and the next moment the accursed paper was signed.
He brought it back with him, and stood humbly beside Diane, but she did
not appear to see. At last he took her hands from her face and placed
the deed within them.

"'There, little one! Speak no more of broken hearts.' And he kissed
her. She rose, and let her head fall on his shoulder, standing there
with closed eyes, but with fingers that held the paper with a clutch
like the talons of a hawk. After a little she drew back; there was a
lovely smile on her lips, and the blue-black eyes were sparkling.

"'Sire,' she said, 'I thank you.' Then, with a glance behind her at
the curtains that covered the door leading to the ante-rooms: 'It grows
late, and messieurs there are waiting.' So saying, she bowed low to
the King, and ran from the room into the inner apartments, carrying her
paper with her.

"The King stood gazing after her, and I stood leaning out of the open
window. After a little he came up behind me, and with studied
unconcern in his voice said:

"'An obol for your thoughts, King of Folly.'

"'I was but watching those birds, sire.' And I pointed at a shoal of
swallows that darted hither and thither in