Perros was reached at last. Raoul walked into the smoky sitting-room of the Setting Sun and at once saw Christine standing before him, smiling and showing no astonishment.

“So you have come,” she said. “I felt that I should find you here, when I came back from mass. Someone told me so, at the church.”

“Who?” asked Raoul, taking her little hand in his.

“Why, my poor father, who is dead.”

There was a silence; and then Raoul asked:

“Did your father tell you that I love you, Christine, and that I can not live without you?”

Christine blushed to the eyes and turned away her head. In a trembling voice, she said:

“Me? You are dreaming, my friend!”