had left his rooms. Before four o'clock he had arrived at the
address which Louise had given him. A commissionaire telephoned his
name to the first floor, and in a very few moments a pale-faced
French man-servant, in sombre black livery, descended and bowed to
Bellamy.

"Monsieur will be so good as to come this way," he directed.

Bellamy followed him into the lift, which stopped at the first
floor. He was ushered into a small boudoir, already smothered with
roses.

"Mademoiselle will be here immediately," the man announced. "She is
engaged with a gentleman from the Opera, but she will leave him to
receive Monsieur."

Bellamy nodded.

"Pray let Mademoiselle understand," he said, "that I am entirely at
her service. My time is of no consequence."

The man bowed and withdrew. Louise came to him almost directly from
an inner chamber. She was wearing a loose gown, but the fatigue of
her journey seemed already to have passed away. Her eyes were
bright, and a faint color glowed in her cheeks.

"David," she exclaimed, "thank Heaven that you are here!"

She took both his hands and held them for a moment. Then she walked
to the door, made sure that it was securely fastened, and stood