But she appeared to be looking for something, and then she asked him for a pair of scissors.
She unfastened her comb, and all her white hair fell down.
With an abrupt movement of the scissors, she cut off a long lock from the roots.
"Keep it! Good-bye!"
When she was gone, Frederick rushed to the window and threw it open. There on the footpath he saw Madame Arnoux beckoning towards a passing cab. She stepped into it. The vehicle disappeared.
And this was all.
CHAPTER XX.
"Wait Till You Come to Forty Year."
