"Dear friend," he said, bowing to the Countess, "I am delighted to see that you are reinforcing the ranks and enlisting the younger class. This reinforcement will bring you light, the joy of its twenty years. I drink to your sun of Austerlitz." Then, turning towards Albert, "I drink to the line of little soldiers that you will give to Belgium, my boy." The Count became scarlet. Esperance dropped her eyes. Maurice could hardly restrain his desire to laugh. "Do not forget that life is a battle," continued the General. "Do not shut yourself up in your happiness, but be always on your guard...!" "I drink to you, Lady Esperance, who bear a name of hope for the future, for you will certainly understand that the most beautiful role to play is that of wife and mother, which has nothing to do with your theatrical fictions...." Esperance rose, but Albert restrained her, looking at his mother. The charming woman said tactfully, "My good friend, I think that you have spoken according to your own convictions. Esperance will conduct herself always as seems best to her." "How kind you are, Madame!" And the young girl went and kissed her hand. This little incident had interfered with the quiet of the evening. But Esperance resumed her serenity, as she understood that her future mother-in-law had quite recognized the possibility that she might remain faithful to her art. As to Maurice, the Baron had put him in such spirits that he was sparkling with wit, and the dinner ended in the most delightful camaraderie and good feeling. Esperance, before they had time to ask her, went gaily to the piano; Albert sat down beside her and begged that she would sing. She agreed sweetly, on condition that her fiancée should accompany her. Her voice was very pure and clear, and she sang a simple ballad with exquisite taste. "You have no middle voice," objected the Baron. "Quite true," agreed Esperance with a silvery laugh; "you are terribly frank." When the girls were alone together finally, Genevieve complimented her friend upon all that had happened. "You were adorably gracious, dear little Countess, and I believe in your happiness!" "No, Genevieve," said Esperance, "I shall not be happy, I know it, except in so far as I can give happiness. I love Countess Styvens very deeply. I am touched by Albert's love, I see that I shall be forced by loyalty to renounce the theatre; I shall be torn by regret, for I fear my life will be spoiled, and I am not yet twenty!" She was sitting on her bed, looking so forlorn that Genevieve slipped down beside her and drew the little blonde head to her shoulder. "You, dear," asked Esperance, "will you renounce the theatre if Maurice tells you that he wishes it?" "I shall not even wait for him to tell me.... If Maurice wishes me to be his companion through life, I will sacrifice everything for him, with only one regret, that I have not enough to give up for him!" "Oh!" said Esperance, miserably, "you are in love, but I am not."