"Yes--for an exchange. But it is possible I might change with someone of my own years. Naturally I should prefer that." "You do not suppose a young girl would pay a hundred thousand francs?" cried madame de Val Fleury, wincing. "If she has youth already, what for?" "For beauty. There are many young girls who would be content to do so." "There will not be many living in a little village." "Ah, madame, people who know arrive from all parts. Besides, it might be better for me to take even fifty thousand francs with a young face than a hundred thousand with--with one more mature. Madame understands that I am human--I am not indifferent to the other sex. If I sacrifice all my prospects of admiration, sweethearts, husband, it is worth a great sum." "I shall go and hear what they say," repeated madame de Val Fleury, deeply mortified. "What is your name?" "Berthe Cheron, madame." "Put it down for me, and your private address. If what I hear convinces me perhaps we may come to terms." All night the old woman dreamt she was again of surpassing loveliness, the envy of all the women of her world. She went to Brittany the same week, and returned palpitating with the tales that had been told her. She agreed with mademoiselle Cheron to pay 120,000 francs if the metamorphosis occurred, and it was arranged that, when the time came, they should travel to St. Pierre des Champs together. In the meanwhile her rapturous reflections were not free from anxiety. If the dawning of the longed-for date should indeed yield her Berthe Cheron's face, she would be no longer recognised as madame de Val Fleury. Her social circle would not know her; monsieur Septfous, her banker--she banked at a private bank, and monsieur Septfous was practically her man of business--would not know her; her servants themselves would not know her when she came back to Paris. To explain would be to meet with perpetual embarrassments. On the whole, the best plan would be to change her name as well. It would mean relinquishing a few friendships that she valued, but----Again, she foresaw herself dazzlingly fair, and caught her breath. Her loveliness would compensate a million-fold. Her income was derived chiefly from Municipal Bonds and Métro shares. At the bank she had also a substantial sum on deposit. She told monsieur Septfous that she had decided to spend the rest of her life in the country, and she took a draft, payable to bearer, for the full amount of cash, and removed her box of securities. She determined to call herself madame de Beaulieu. Late on the evening of the 6th of September the old woman and the girl arrived at St. Pierre des Champs. They had expected to arrive earlier, but the train crept into Pont Chouay at 7.30 instead of 5.15, and thence they were dependent on the local fiacres, which were hard to find and slow to move. Madame de Val Fleury reached the village, impatient and fatigued.