She laid her hands on his shoulders as she kissed him. "Well, mon Prince," she said, "are you glad to see me again?" He took in all the pleasant and familiar appeal of her face before answering. "Yes, I am," he said, "very." "That's true--really true?" And at that challenge he gave a funny little duck of the head, known to her of old, and kissed her again. She turned quietly and walked away into the room. "I came back just to hear you say that," she murmured in a moved tone, and stood waiting with her face away from him. The heart of Max was wonderfully relieved: gladdened also, for as he looked at her he realized that she remained dear to him. With her old simple directness she had let him know what was in her mind, and by her clean brevity of speech had already, in this their first moment together, saved him from the trap into which he might have fallen. Not that the ordinary male temptation to let her resolution stand as cover to his own did not for a moment occur to him. Nay, he could even suggest good reasons; for was not this the kindest reward now left within his power--to let her think that the wish was not shared--to show even a little resentment and reproach? Max, the satirical critic of human nature, could see clearly the attractiveness of such a course,--knew himself a sufficiently good actor to play the game at least well enough to satisfy his artistic taste. But he did not yield to the temptation; had he done so he would have formed a more moral emblem for the edification of my readers than I am now able to provide; and they must face instead the uncomfortable fact that out of this long and immoral liaison between a prince and his mistress certain moral values held good, and that being in need of a sincere friend and confidante he found it in the woman from whom he was about to separate. He crossed to her side, and taking her hand kissed it with more frequency and fervor than he had kissed her face, and heard then her breath struggling against tears. She reached up her other hand and began stroking his head; and it is life's truth that these two still found attraction and comfort the one in the other. "Then you are going back again?" whispered Max. She nodded, saying "yes" afterwards on a catch of breath. "When?" She looked at him wistfully. "I didn't want to go--yet." "Why should you?" "It wouldn't worry you?" "Not at all. Very much the reverse." "I should want to see you, though." Max smiled. "You mean, then, shouldn't _I_ worry _you_----" "I suppose I did mean that," she said, viewing him speculatively. Then Max was tempted to show off. "Who gave me my first lesson in not worrying?" he asked. "Oh, yes," she admitted, "but then, you see, I was yours. It has to be different now." "I want it to be different too," he said; and as by that statement he wished to convey important inner meanings, he spoke solemnly.