Felise had a French maid now instead of Janet, who had resolutely declined to cross the ocean with her.
"Finette, you may go for awhile," she said. "I will ring when I need you."
The maid courtesied and went away.
Felise motioned her mother to a chair, and sank into another herself. Mrs. Arnold seated herself and looked at her daughter searchingly.
Mrs. Arnold took up the conversation where it had been dropped when they left the carriage.
"You say you forged the notice of Leslie Dane's death in the newspaper," she said. "Of course you had some object in doing that, Felise."
"Yes, of course," with another wicked laugh. "It was to further the revenge of which I have had so sweet a taste to-night."
"So what has happened to-night is only what you have intended and desired all along?"
Felise bowed with the grace of a duchess.
"Exactly," she answered, with a triumphant smile. "I have been planning and scheming over two years to bring about the consummation of to-night."