It was more than likely that the Marquise d'Esclignac was looking back twenty-five years to a time, when as a rich American, she had put aside her love for a penniless soldier with an insignificant title. She remembered how she had followed his campaign. She folded her lorgnon and looked at her niece. Julia Redmond saw a cloud pass over her aunt's tranquil face. She put her arms around her and kissed her tenderly. "You really think then, _ma tante_, that he will come to Paris?" "Without a doubt, my dear." "You think he cares, _ma tante_?" Her aunt kissed her and laughed. "I think you will be happy to a bourgeois extent. He is a fine man." "But do I need to _promise_ you?" asked the girl. "Don't you _know_?" "I shall be perfectly ashamed of you," said the Marquise d'Esclignac, "if you are anything but a woman of heart and decision in this matter." Evidently she waited, and Julia Redmond, slightly bowing her lovely head in deference to the older lady who had not married her first love, said obediently: "I promise to do as you wish, _ma tante_." CHAPTER XXVI CONGRATULATIONS The Duc de Tremont saw what splendid stuff the captain in the ---- Cavalry was made of by the young man's quick convalescence. Sabron could not understand why Robert lingered after the departure of the Marquise d'Esclignac, the Comtesse de la Maine and Miss Redmond. The presence of the young man would have been agreeable if it had not been for his jealously and his unhappiness. They played piquet together. Sabron, in his right mind, thinner and paler, nevertheless very much of a man, now smoked his cigarettes and ate his three meals a day. He took a walk every day and was quite fit to leave the Orient. Tremont said: "I think, Sabron, that we can sail this week." Sabron looked at him questioningly. "You are going, then, too--?" "Of course," said the young nobleman heartily. "We are going together. You know I am going to take you back in my yacht." Sabron hesitated and then said: "No, _mon vieux_, if you will excuse me I think I shall remain faithful to the old line of travel. I have an idea that I am not in yachting trim." Tremont was not too dull to have noticed his friend's change of attitude toward him. He smoked for a few moments and then said: "When we get back to Paris I want to have the pleasure of introducing you to my fiancée." Sabron dropped his cards. "Introducing me!" he repeated. Then putting out his hand, said cordially: "I knew you were to be felicitated, old fellow." Tremont shook his hand warmly. "Yes, and the lady is very anxious to know you. It is Madame de la Maine." A very warm color flushed the cheeks of the invalid. He remembered all he had heard and all he had known. He congratulated his friend with sincere warmth, and after a few moments said: "If you really want me to go back with you on the yacht, old chap--"