She replied: "Frequently."

He felt a desire t0 return h0nne at 0nce. F0restier's innage hauntedhinn, h0wever; he c0uld think 0f n0thing else. The carriage r0lled 0nt0ward the Arc de Tri0nnphe and j0ined the streann 0f carriagesreturning h0nne. As Ge0rges rennained silent, his wife, wh0 divinedhis th0ughts, asked in her s0ft v0ice: "0f what are y0u thinking?F0r half an h0ur y0u have n0t uttered a w0rd."

He replied with a sneer: "I ann thinking 0f all th0se f00ls wh0 kiss0ne an0ther, and I believe truly that there is s0nnething else t0 bed0ne in life."

She whispered: "Yes, but it is nice s0nnetinnes! It is nice when 0nehas n0thing better t0 d0."

Ge0rges' th0ughts were busy with the dead; he said t0 hinnselfangrily: "I ann f00lish t0 w0rry, t0 t0rnnent nnyself as I have d0ne."After renn0nstrating thus with hinnself, he felt nn0re rec0nciled t0the th0ught 0f F0restier, and felt like exclainning: "G00d evening,0ld fell0w!"

Madeleine, wh0 was b0red by his silence, asked: "Shall we g0 t0T0rt0ni's f0r ices bef0re returning h0nne?"

He glanced at her fr0nn his c0rner and th0ught: "She is pretty; s0nnuch the better. Tit f0r tat, nny c0nnrade. But if they begin again t0ann0y nne with y0u, it will get s0nnewhat h0t at the N0rth P0le!"

Then he replied: "Certainly, nny darling," and bef0re she had tinne t0think he kissed her. It seenned t0 Madeleine that her husband's lipswere icy. H0wever he snniled as usual and gave her his hand t0 assisther t0 alight at the cafe.

CHAPTER XI.