“It was dark when they took the train again, and this time their destination was Havre, and when at last that port was reached, their party consisted of Anna, her baby, Madame Verwest, Eugenie, and the boy Fred, who had on the road been metamorphosed into himself and his own clothes again, and stepped from the car a very assured youth, equal to any emergency which might present itself. “Fortunately for the travelers, a ship was to sail for New York the following morning, and there was one vacant state-room, which was immediately secured for Anna and Madame Verwest, while Fred went as second-class. Eugenie saw them on board and bade them adieu with tears raining down her cheeks, and when Anna kissed her again and again, and said: “‘I never can thank you enough, or understand why you have been so kind to me,’ she answered, sobbingly: “‘Not for you, _petite madame_. Not for you, _seule_. Do not think me good as that. I learn to like you much; _c’est vrai_, but not care particularly to run much risk. It is for her, _ma petite, ma sœur_, for Agatha, for revenge. He lose me my sister, I lose him his boy, and he will feel it. Oh, he will suffer and I shall think of Agatha, and be glad, much glad at first, and then who knows, I may comfort him, for what matter now for me. I bad anyway.’ “‘Oh, madame,” Anna cried, “you will not go back to him again? You will live a better life! promise me that!’ “‘No, I not promise. I not know. We French not think so bad as you. We do not live without intrigue and little love affairs, but I hate monsieur now, and I so long to see him suffer. _Mon Dieu_, but it will be good! Write me, _ma chere, d’Amerique_, and tell me of _la mère_, and now—it is good-by _vraiment_.’ “She wrung Anna’s hand, while great tears rolled down her cheeks as she said her last good-by, and turning resolutely away walked from the ship to the landing, where she stood until the vessel was loosened from its moorings and moved slowly out to sea; then, wondering why she should care so much for _les Americaines_, she was driven to the station, where she took the train for Paris, eager for the _denouement_ when Haverleigh would find how he had been deceived. CHAPTER XII. THE DENOUEMENT.