As I opened the door of my apartment the dog pushed past me. Again I
had forgotten it; but it had not forgotten its mistress.

I looked inside my bare little rooms. It was hard to say good-by.

"Till to-morrow, _mademoiselle_," I said. "And won't you tell me your
name?"

She drew off her glove and put one hand in mine.

"Jacqueline," she answered. "And yours?"

"Paul," I said.

"_Au revoir_, Monsieur Paul, then, and take my gratitude with you for
your goodness."

I let her hand fall and hurried down the stairs, confused and choking,
for there was a wedding-ring upon her finger.




CHAPTER II

BACK IN THE ROOM

The situation had become more preposterous than ever. Two hours before
it would have been unimaginable; one hour ago I had merely been
offering aid to a young woman in distress; now she was occupying my