Sana, shaking her head, responded to the last question with “Yes, I do. But not enough to marry you.” “Then let me teach you how,” he acclaimed eagerly. “I can readily believe you to be an excellent teacher in that respect, but your efforts would be useless.” Anxiously, “Are you in love with someone else? Tell me.” “Oh, no. I thought your aunt had told you....” Von Sarnoff interrupted her quickly. “No. I only know that she does not want me to take you away as that would mean her loss of you, dearest.” He pressed his lips to her hand, murmuring, “Dearest, dearest.” Sana withdrew her hand and attempting to rise, said, “Come, Sarnoff, it is getting late. You must go.” “I will, if you give me hope,” he begged, unsteadily getting on his feet. “I shall soon leave this place.” Sana rose from her chair and turned away. Von Sarnoff was at her side in an instant, crying in hurt surprise, “What, Sana, you are going to leave me?” “Yes. Tomorrow, your aunt and I leave for Baden-Baden.” “Positively?” “Positively!” “Then I shall see you there later. But now kiss your ‘little boy’ goodbye.” Before Sana could realize it, or do anything to stop him, he held her tight in his arms, madly kissing her lips, forehead and hair. Wrenching herself free Sana turned on him, a dangerous light flashing in her eyes, “I am not accustomed to that, Count von Sarnoff. I am no courtesan!” Swiftly she crossed the room, returning with his hat and cane, which she tendered to him, with an icy “Good night.” Her manner plainly showed her contempt for his rashness. Bowing low, von Sarnoff, even then dared kiss her hand, saying softly “Auf Wiedersehen,” to which Sana had not the heart to reply. True to her word, Sana and the Princess Cassandra left the following morning for Baden-Baden, Sana noting gladly that von Sarnoff was not at the station to say “goodbye.” Arriving at Baden-Baden they engaged rooms at the Hotel Stephanie, on the right bank of the Oos. Sana was fairly enchanted by this gorgeous hostelry, surrounded with its beautiful gardens and directly opposite the Lichtentaler-Allee. It was a fairyland, the playground of the wealth of Europe. Princess Cassandra had many acquaintances there, and now, accompanied by the charming Sana, she was more popular than ever. Immediately she and Sana were in the midst of the social whirl. No dinner party or other function was complete without their presence. A week, the days and nights of which were a continual round of pleasure, passed before von Sarnoff put in an appearance. Sana was at dinner among a group of friends, when he was announced. Joining the party he proved the gayest of the gay. But his eyes were constantly upon Sana. He noted her every word--her every act. He managed that evening to offer an apology for his rudeness and Sana, believing him to be sincere, forgave him.