"But to-morrow morning? When they see it has been out?"
"Not—to-morrow morning. No, they won't say anything to-morrow morning.
Oh, dear Julien—"
"Yes?"
"I think, I hope you are going to have a great success here. And don't forget—me—when you—"
"—When I come back in a week!"
"But your weeks—are so long."
"Yet you will be happy without me," he said suddenly.
"What makes you say that?"
"You've some solace, some treasure of your own." He nodded. "In a way," he said, "I've sometimes thought you half out of reach of pain."
She caught her breath, and the starry sky whirled over her head.