"And now I will not detain you longer," I said stiffly. "_Au revoir_ until the seventh of November at whatever hour is arranged, or if we must meet before at the signing of the contract," and I bowed. She bowed also, and walked haughtily to the door, and left. And greatly exhilarated, I decided to go and lunch with Maurice at the Ritz. As I came from the lift, Madame Bizot's daughter came out of the concierge's lodge with her baby, and it was making its same little cooing, gurgling noises that caused me so to feel that time when Alathea first began to interest me. I stopped and spoke to the mother, a comely young woman, and the little creature put out its tiny hand and clasped one of my fingers, and over me there came a weird thrill. Shall I ever hear noises like that, and have a son of Alathea's and mine to take my hand. Well the game of her subjection is interesting enough anyway, and rather ashamed of my emotion, I went on into the Victoria and was crawled to the Ritz. Here I ran into a fellow in the Flying Corps, who told me that Nina's boy, Johnnie, had been killed the night before, in his first fight with a Boche plane. I do not know that any of the tragedies of the war have affected me more. My poor Nina! She really loved her son. I telegraphed to her at once my fondest sympathies, and the thought of her grief would not leave me all the way, war-hardened as I am. I did not tell Maurice of my approaching wedding. I have a plan that he shall only know when I ask him to come to the Hotel de Courville to be presented to my wife. The Fluffies have returned from Deauville, and Coralie and Alice joined us at luncheon. They have the most exquisite new garments, and were full of sparkle and gaiety. Alice's wedding, to the rich neutral, seems really to be coming off. Her air was one of subdued modesty and gentleness, and when I congratulated her she made the tenderest acceptance of it, which would have done justice to a young virgin of the _ancien regime_! Coralie met my eye with her shrewd small ones, and we looked away! After lunch we sat in the hall for a little, Maurice taking Alice to try on her clothes, so Coralie and I were left alone. "You are looking quite well now Nicholas," she whispered, "Why don't you ask me to come and dine with you, at your adorable flat,--alone?" "You would be bored with me before the evening was over." "Arrange it, and try! Always there are the others, except that night at Versailles. There is an air with you Nicholas,--one has forgotten all about your eye. I have thought and thought of you.--You have interfered with all my pleasures in life!" "I am going back to England quite soon, Coralie, won't you come now to the _rue de la Paix_ and let me buy you a little souvenir of all the lovely times we have had together in the last year?"