"I can not go to bed without undressing Madame. "Oh, very well. But I shan't sleep. ^
Marie said accusingly: "You promised Monsieur. Lina was too tired to make any further protests. She allowed herself to be undressed like a child.
"I shall leave my door open," Marie informed her, "if Madame wants anything in the night, she has only
to call." . , , , . T
"What's the use? You can't give me back what 1 want.
Nobody can do that. That's gone for ever."
"In a fortnight Monsieur will be home once more.
Lina looked at her scornfully.
"Do you really think so? Well, I know better than that—I know that he has gone for ever."
"Will Madame do me the favor of going to bed?
Lina began to cry.
"He's gone for ever. He'11 never come back. Never, never. I know it, I teil you. I knew from the first. Things as beautiful as that can't last they never o.
But I love him so, I love him so!"
"Monsieur would be most indignant if he could but
see how Madame is upsetting herself!"
But Lina continued to sob.
"Two months, in all my life! That s all I ve had of love! And I want him so! I want him so! Why should I have to love some one who can never marry me. And to-morrow we were going to watch the Emperor hunting! Oh I hate Fontainebleau—I'll never come back here again, never, never! I'll send Paul somewhere else, and sell the house! I'll go to Paris to-morrow! If I stayed
here, I should go mad!"
"If Madame refuses to compose herself, I shall nav
to send for the doctor," Marie warned.
"Doctors can't cure broken hearts. And if he never comes back my heart will assuredly be broken. And I