The pretty head went to one side.
"'With my love,'" she said quietly.
"'Your devoted servant,'" said I.
For a second my lady hesitated. Then she signed a name, crammed her letter into an envelope, and rose to her feet.
The stars in the wonderful eyes had become misty, and there was a strange wistful curve to the exquisite lips.
For an instant we looked at one another. Then—
"Just 'Eulalie,'" she said.
The next moment she was gone.
I turned to see Daphne, Adèle, and Berry a dozen paces away….
I advanced with what composure I could summon.