"'Look at the back,' answered Madame Plumet, quietly. "Mademoiselle Jeanne, who had not put down the miniature, turned it over, read what was on the back, grew deathly pale, and handed it to her lover. "'What does it say?' said Dufilleul, stooping over it. "It said: 'From Monsieur le Baron D----- to Mademoiselle T-----, Boulevard Haussmann. To be delivered on Thursday.' "'You can see at once, Mademoiselle, that this is not my writing. It's an abominable conspiracy. Monsieur Plumet, I call upon you to give your wife the lie. She has written what is false; confess it!' "The frame-maker hid his face in his hands and made no reply. "'What, Plumet, have you nothing to say for me?' "Mademoiselle Charnot was leaving the room. "'Where are you going, Mademoiselle? Stay, you will soon see that they lie!' "She was already half-way across the landing when Dufilleul caught her and seized her by the hand. "'Stay, Jeanne, stay!' "'Let me go, sir!' "'No, hear me first; this is some horrible mistake. I swear' "At this moment a high-pitched voice was heard on the staircase. "'Well, George, how much longer are you going to keep me?' "Dufilleul suddenly lost countenance and dropped Mademoiselle Charnot's hand. "The young girl bent over the banisters, and saw, at the bottom of the staircase, exactly underneath her, a woman looking up, with head thrown back and mouth still half-opened. Their eyes met. Jeanne at once turned away her gaze. "Then, turning to Madame Plumet, who leaned motionless against the wall: "'Come, Madame,' she said, 'we must go and choose a hat.' And she closed the dressmaker's door behind her. "This, my friend, is the true account of what happened in the Rue Hautefeuille. I learned the details from Madame Plumet in person, who could not contain herself for joy as she described the success of her conspiracy, and how her little hand had guided old Dame Fortune's. For, as you will doubtless have guessed, the meeting between Jeanne and her lover, so dreaded by the framemaker, had been arranged by Madame Plumet unknown to all, and the damning inscription was also in her handwriting. "I need not add that Mademoiselle Charnot, upset by the scene, had a momentary attack of faintness. However, she soon regained her usual firm and dignified demeanor, which seems to show that she is a woman of energy. "But the interest of the story does not cease here. I think the betrothal is definitely at an end. A betrothal is always a difficult thing to renew, and after the publicity which attended the rupture of this one, I do not see how they can make it up again. One thing I feel sure of is, that Mademoiselle Jeanne Charnot will never change her name to Madame Dufilleul.