see," he said, and relapsed into silence.

He made no further reference to the matter, and the doctor discreetly
abstained from asking questions. He presently showed him an English
paper which contained the information that Mr. and Mrs. Carey were among
the rescued.

"That," he remarked, "will alleviate the anxiety of your friends."

To which Carey responded, with a curt laugh: "No one knew that we were
on board."

He left for Paris on the following day, allowing the doctor to infer
that he was on his way to join his wife.

I

It was growing dark in the empty class-room, but there was nothing left
to do, and the French mistress, sitting alone at her high desk, made no
move to turn on the light. All the lesson books were packed away out of
sight. There was not so much as a stray pencil trespassing upon that
desert of orderliness. Only the waste-paper basket, standing behind
_Mademoiselle_ Treves's chair, gave evidence of the tempest of energy
that had preceded this empty calm in the midst of which she sat alone.
It was crammed to overflowing with torn exercise books, and all manner
of schoolgirls' rubbish, and now and then it creaked eerily in the
desolate silence as though at the touch of an invisible hand.

It was very cold in the great room, for the fire had gone out long ago.
There was no one left to enjoy it except _mademoiselle_, who apparently
did not count. For most of the pupils had departed in the morning, and
those who were left were collected in the great hall speeding one after
another upon their homeward way. All day the wheels of cabs had crunched
the gravel below the class-room window, but they were not so audible
now, for the ground was thickly covered with snow, which had been
drearily falling throughout the afternoon.

It lay piled upon the window-sill, casting a ghostly light into the
darkening room, vaguely outlining the slender figure that sat so still
before the high desk.

Another cab-load of laughing girls was just passing out at the gate.
There could not be many left. The darkness increased, and _mademoiselle_
drew a quick breath and shivered. She wished the departures were all
over.

There came a light step in the passage, and a daring whistle, which
broke off short as a hand impetuously opened the class-room door.

"Why, _mademoiselle!_" cried a fresh young voice. "Why, _cherie!_" Warm
arms encircled the lonely figure, and eager lips pressed the cold face.
"Oh, _cherie_, don't