This was really Paris––this rather noisy, confusing place; the Paris she had longed to see.
A man passing stared at her, half stopped, went on again, then turned, paused irresolutely, and finally came back.
He walked quickly till he drew abreast with her, and there was a curious eagerness in his face as he stooped a little to look down at hers; then he gave an exclamation of sheer amazement.
“Lallie! Good heavens! What in the world are you doing here?”
It was Raymond Ashton.
CHAPTER XXX
And so the dream had come true after all, and she and Raymond were together in Paris.
As she looked up into his handsome face it seemed to Esther that all the past hours of grief were as if they had never really existed; he was smiling down at her in the same old way; the very tone of his voice awoke forgotten memories in her heart; she felt as if a gnawing pain which had allowed her no rest had suddenly been lulled to sleep.