I raised my eyes to the grand picture, unveiled that day in all its beauty. "The face of the Life-Angel there," went on Cellini quietly, "is a poor and feeble resemblance of the One I love. You knew I was betrothed, mademoiselle?" I felt confused, and was endeavouring to find an answer to this when he continued: "Do not trouble to explain, for _I_ know how YOU knew. But no more of this. Will you leave Cannes to-morrow?" "Yes. In the morning." "Then good-bye, mademoiselle. Should I never see you again---" "Never see me again!" I interrupted. "Why, what do you mean?" "I do not allude to your destinies, but to mine," he said, with a kindly look. "My business may call me away from here before you come back--our paths may lie apart--many circumstances may occur to prevent our meeting--so that, I repeat, should I never see you again, you will, I hope, bear me in your friendly remembrance as one who was sorry to see you suffer, and who was the humble means of guiding you to renewed health and happiness." I held out my hand, and my eyes filled with tears. There was something so gentle and chivalrous about him, and withal so warm and sympathetic, that I felt indeed as if I were bidding adieu to one of the truest friends I should ever have in my life. "I hope nothing will cause you to leave Cannes till I return to it," I said with real earnestness. "I should like you to judge of my restoration to health." "There will be no need for that," he replied; "I shall know when you are quite recovered through Heliobas." He pressed my hand warmly. "I brought back the book you lent me," I went on; "but I should like a copy of it for myself. Can I get it anywhere?" "Heliobas will give you one with pleasure," replied Cellini; "you have only to make the request. The book is not on sale. It was printed for private circulation only. And now, mademoiselle, we part. I congratulate you on the comfort and joy awaiting you in Paris. Do not forget the address--Hotel Mars, Champs Elysees. Farewell!" And again shaking my hand cordially, he stood at his door watching me as I passed out and began to ascend the stairs leading to my room. On the landing I paused, and, looking round, saw him still there. I smiled and waved my hand. He did the same in response, once--twice; then turning abruptly, disappeared.