“So he will be here,” she thought. “What a good thing I told him all!”

She glanced at her watch. She had still three hours to wait, and the memories of their last meeting set her blood in flame.

“My God, how light it is! It’s dreadful, but I do love to see his face, and I do love this fantastic light.⁠ ⁠… My husband! Oh! yes.⁠ ⁠… Well, thank God! everything’s over with him.”