"Thank God, I have found you."
Mlle. de Marveau married the Comte de Cély.
The Comtesse de Cély wanted an escape and became Madame Lalli.
Madame Lalli wanted an escape and became Madame Marly—for Paula was always Paula.
And then she met Maurice and her youth. Twenty-five years of age and experience and disappointment fell from her. But to keep her great illusion she offered her big resistance....
And then the tiny knife turned in the tiny wound. The unconscious buzzing machine touched the exposed nerve—the silly, absurd, irrelevant name.
The lover in pursuit of the beloved became the novelist examining the dressmaker, seeking for information. When professional meets professional.
This time she capitulated for she ran away.