"Sabaroff!" she said to herself, "General Sabaroff! What if it be the Colonel Sabaroff that I met eight years ago at Monte Carlo? He was already much talked about. To-day he is the Russian Minister of War--it is quite possible, even probable; but then? See the man again! Oh no, never! And yet, I shall be obliged to receive him--I shall warn Philip that he had a detestable reputation with women, and if that does not suffice, well--I will tell Philip everything. And why shouldn't I? The confession will not be very painful, and I have often been on the point of making it. I have made up my mind--I will not, and I cannot meet this man. I will be polite to him to-night, but very distant; of course, I know what is expected of me as hostess. After that I hope there will be an end of it." This resolution seemed to clear away the clouds from her face. She smiled eagerly at her husband when he came gaily into the drawing-room. "Everything is ready and admirably arranged," said Philip. "The drawing-room is decorated with such taste! Ah, my dearest, it is easy to see you have had a hand in the arrangements. I recognise your touch in a thousand little details. Your party will be a huge success--the rooms will look splendid, the music will be excellent, the supper first-rate, and we shall have a regular crowd of celebrities and pretty women--it will be a triumph! And you, darling--how beautiful you look to-night! that gown suits you to perfection. I wish I was going to have you all to myself." "How absurd! nothing would have been easier, if you had only expressed the wish," said she, a little piqued. There are many men who are on the point of falling in love with their wives when they see them near to making the conquest of a crowd of outsiders. "And those diamonds," continued he, "how splendid they look on you! You were built to wear a diadem, that's your style. At last you are playing your proper rôle, and I am proud to see you doing the honours of a house that is worthy of you. When I come to think of it, fortune has been very kind to me." On seeing Dora quite unmoved, he added-- "Really, one would think, to look at you, that all this does not stir you to the least enthusiasm: it's curious! sometimes I can't quite make you out. I am nearly beside myself with delight. Now, listen a moment," said he, taking her hand. "I am negotiating with Russia. If they take my invention, as I have every hope that they will, my ambition will be satisfied, my wildest dreams realised. I shall be rich. You know we are not really rich. It costs a perfect fortune to keep this house going. Ah, but only let General Sabaroff approve of my shell, and, dearest,--we are all right." He rubbed his hands with joy. "Philip," said Dora, "I want to speak to you about this General Sabaroff."