"Pardon me, madam. I couldn’t go to bed. I couldn’t sleep. And I thought of the candles. It was too much for me. I had to bring them. If I was wrong, pardon me.... _They_ will be here soon." She threw herself down on her knees at the foot of the bed. She had spoken in French. The doctor interpreted. "Tell her I thank her very much," said Lilian, "and ask her to go to bed. She’ll have her work to do to-morrow, poor thing!" Jacqueline rose. Lilian took her hand and turned away. "And this came," Jacqueline added, pointing to a package in tissue-paper that lay on a chair. "The night porter has only just brought it up, and as I was coming in with the candles...." Lilian removed the tissue-paper and saw a magnificent wreath of lilies, far finer than anything in her experience, a wreath for an imperial monarch. In the middle was a white envelope. She opened the envelope; it contained two French bank-notes for five hundred francs each. No signature! Not a word! "She has got her money," thought Lilian. "How?" And, placing the wreath on Felix’s feet, she burst into tears. Jacqueline had vanished. Suddenly Lilian began to stride to and fro across the room. She was full of youth and force. She was full of fury and resentment. The moving muscles of her splendid, healthy body could be discerned through her black dress. She frightened the doctor. "Ah!" she cried, with a gesture towards the wreath, "she is the only one that understands that I don’t _want_ to be comforted! Nobody else has understood. I expect she just heard that he was dead, and she doesn’t know that I killed him; but she understood. _She_ understood." The doctor, quite mystified, seized her arm to soothe her, and was astonished at her strength as she shook him off. She was like a tigress. Nevertheless, she let herself be persuaded to follow him into her own room. There her eye caught the toilet preparations which the courtesan had bestowed on her. "And she gave me these!" Lilian laughed, hesitated, and added fiercely: "I will take them back with me! I will never use them, but I will keep them for ever and ever!" And she cast them into one of the open trunks. Then she said calmly: "Of course I know it was because of the window of the car being broken, and it would have been all right if the engine hadn’t stopped. But it was my silly, silly idea to go out for a drive at night.... I can’t help it! I did kill him! He’d have been alive now if I hadn’t behaved myself like a perfect child!"