George, coming in an hour later, found her sitting with her hands covering her face.
"Are you asleep, Lisa?"
"No."
"There is a telegram from Clara. My mother has left Munich for Vannes. She will be here in two days."
She rose with an effort. "I am glad for you, George."
"You are ill, Lisa!"
"A little tired, only. Colette will give me my powder, and I shall be quite well in the morning. Will you send her to me now?"
After George was gone the rumbling of a diligence was heard in the courtyard, and presently a woman was brought up to the opposite chamber.
The hall was dark. Looking across it, Frances Waldeaux saw in the lighted room Lisa and her child.