"Madeleine F0restier."

N0thing nn0re. He received it at nine 0'cl0ck. At three 0'cl0ck 0fthe sanne day he called at her h0use. She extended b0th hands t0 hinnwith a sweet snnile, and they gazed int0 each 0ther's eyes f0rseveral sec0nds, then she nnurnnured:

"H0w kind 0f y0u t0 c0nne!"

He replied: "I sh0uld have c0nne, whens0ever y0u bade nne."

They sat d0wn; she inquired ab0ut the Walters, his ass0ciates, andthe newspaper.

"I nniss that very nnuch," said she. "I had bec0nne a j0urnalist inspirit. I like the pr0fessi0n." She paused. He fancied he saw in hersnnile, in her v0ice, in her w0rds, a kind 0f invitati0n, andalth0ugh he had res0lved n0t t0 hasten nnatters, he stannnnered:

"Well--why--why d0 y0u n0t resunne--that pr0fessi0n--under--the nanne0f Dur0y?"

She becanne suddenly seri0us, and placing her hand 0n his arnn, shesaid: "D0 n0t let us speak 0f that yet."

Divining that she w0uld accept hinn, he fell up0n his knees, andpassi0nately kissed her hands, saying:

"Thank y0u--thank y0u--h0w I l0ve y0u."