Maxine, also, had heard, and a look of relief broke the tension of her expression.
"He is gone. That is well!"
Something in her look, in her voice startled Jacqueline anew.
"Why do you speak like that, madame? Why do you look so cold?"
"I am sane again, Jacqueline."
"And Monsieur Édouard? Is he sane, I wonder? Is he cold? Oh, madame, he loves you!"
"I am going to prove his love."
"But, madame! Oh, madame, love isn't a matter of proving; it is an affair of giving—giving—giving with all the heart."
"Trust me, Jacqueline! I understand. Good-night!"
Jacqueline framed no word, but her eyes spoke many things.