Her gaze met the call to rehearsal lying open on the bedside table, and she sighed:

"What is the use of my being a great actress if I am not happy?"

Without realizing it, she was repeating word for word what Chevalier had said when she rejected his advances.

Then, raising her still stupefied head from the pillow in which it had lain buried, she turned her mournful eyes toward her lover, and said to him resignedly:

"We did indeed love each other, we two. It is over. We shall never again belong to each other; no, never. He forbids it!"

THE END


Transcriber's Note

The following typos have been corrected.

PageTypoCorrection
92disease.disease."
103Saint-Etienne-du-MontSaint-Étienne-du-Mont
104Saint-Êtienne-du-MontSaint-Étienne-du-Mont
138dimunitivediminutive
141magificentmagnificent
141Saint-Êtienne-du-MontSaint-Étienne-du-Mont