"Sister, will you take this gentleman to Mademoiselle Dollon! She was walking in the park a short while ago, and is probably there now.... Monsieur, I bid you good day." Gliding swiftly and noiselessly over the polished floor, the Mother Superior disappeared. The nun led the way and Fandor followed: he was very much upset by what the Mother Superior had just told him. "How had Elizabeth's place of refuge been so quickly discovered?... Who could have telephoned to get news of her?" The nun had led Fandor across the great rectangular courtyard; then by corridors, and many winding, vaulted passages, they had come out on to a terrace, overlooking an immense park, which extended further than the eye could see. Here were bosky dells, ancient trees, bowers and grooves, meadows where milky mothers chewed the cud in the shade of blossoming apple trees. It might have been in Normandy, a hundred leagues from Paris! The nun turned to the admiring Fandor. "The young lady you seek, monsieur, is coming along this path: there she is!... I will leave you." Fandor had seen Elizabeth's graceful figure moving towards him, thrown into charming relief by the country landscape flooded with sunshine. In her modest mourning dress, with her fair shining hair, she appeared prettier than ever: a touching figure of sorrowing beauty! Elizabeth pressed Fandor's hands warmly. "Oh, thank you, monsieur, thank you!" she cried, "for having come to see me this morning. I know how little spare time you have! I feel vexed with myself for putting you out so ... but you see"--Elizabeth could not repress a sob--"I am so alone ... so desolate ... I have lost everything I cared for ... and you are the only person I can trust and confide in now!... I feel like a bit of wreckage at the mercy of wind and wave; I feel as though I were surrounded by enemies: I live in a nightmare.... What should I do without you to turn to?..." Our young journalist, moved by such great misfortune so simply, so candidly expressed, returned the pressure of Elizabeth's hands. "You know, mademoiselle," he said softly, but in a voice vibrating with sympathetic emotion--the only sign of feeling he permitted himself to show--"you know that you can count absolutely on me. In getting you to take a few days' rest in this retreat, I felt I was doing what was best for you. You are not solitary; but your surroundings are peaceful and friendly, and should you have enemies, though I am loath to think it, you are sheltered here beyond their reach. With reference to that, have you given your address to anyone, since yesterday?" "To no one," replied Elizabeth. "Has anyone by chance?..." She looked troubled, and gave an anxious questioning glance at Fandor. He did not want to frighten the much-tried girl, but he wished to solve the mystery of the unaccountable telephone call. "Oh, I just wished to know, mademoiselle.... Now, tell me, have you quite recovered from ... your experience of the other day?"