"I don't know," said Andrew miserably. "I owed you something. I couldn't hear you accused like that when there was no reason. You were my friend."
"And so—you gave up the woman you—loved? Ah, mon Dieu!"
She paused, and then her eyes blazed suddenly with such a light as he had never seen in them, and her hands went to her temples with a bewildered flutter.
"It was for me," she said, "for me! And to-morrow it is to be adieu?"
"To-morrow?"
Briefly they searched each other's eyes.
"I mean to-night, of course," said Mirabelle evenly. "Andrew—there is one thing I would like to ask of you, before you go. Will you—will you kiss me once—not as you have ever kissed me?" Her fingers touched her forehead. "Will you kiss me—here?"
He advanced a step and did as she had asked, then fell back.
"Mirabelle—Mirabelle!"