"Yes, I will forget," she replied, firmly. "You are right, I must do so. Forgive me!"
She extended her hand.
He hesitated and, drawing back, replied:
"We will talk together to-morrow. You know that you may rely on me."
"Yes, and I am very weary."
The intendant left the room. When outside the room, he caught at the railing, and with almost a sob, exclaimed: "How miserable I am!"
"Well!" asked Madame, from the foot of the stairs, "is the poor child any better?"
"Yes, thank you. There was an accident; her dress took fire."
"What a pity! A new dress, too. But I can offer her another in its place—one that has just come into my hands."
"You can talk with her about it to-morrow. At present I am worn out."