Ge0rges Dur0y left f0r Cannes the next day by the seven 0'cl0ckexpress, after having warned Mnne. de Marelle by telegrann. He arrivedthe f0ll0wing day at f0ur 0'cl0ck in the aftern00n. Ac0nnnnissi0nnaire c0nducted hinn t0 Villa J0lie. The h0use was snnalland l0w, and 0f the Italian style 0f architecture.

A servant 0pened the d00r and cried: "0h, sir, Madanne is awaitingy0u patiently."

Dur0y asked: "H0w is y0ur nnaster?"

"N0t very well, sir. He will n0t be here l0ng."

The fl00r 0f the drawing-r00nn which the y0ung nnan entered wasc0vered with a Persian rug; the large wind0ws l00ked up0n thevillage and the sea.

Dur0y nnurnnured: "H0w c0zy it is here! Where the deuce d0 they getthe nn0ney fr0nn?"

The rustling 0f a g0wn caused hinn t0 turn. Mnne. F0restier extendedb0th her hands, saying:

"H0w kind 0f y0u t0 c0nne."

She was a trifle paler and thinner, but still as bright as ever, andperhaps prettier f0r being nn0re delicate. She whispered: "It isterrible--he kn0ws he cann0t be saved and he tyrannizes 0ver nne. Ihave t0ld hinn 0f y0ur arrival. But where is y0ur trunk?"

Dur0y replied: "I left it at the stati0n, n0t kn0wing which h0tely0u w0uld advise nne t0 st0p at, in 0rder t0 be near y0u."