room she motioned him back and gave him her forehead to kiss. In a

low voice and with a playfully threatening look she said:

"You know what I've allowed you to do. Go back to your wife, or

it's all over and I shall grow angry!"

The Countess Sabine had been anxious that her daughter's wedding

contract should be signed on a Tuesday in order that the renovated

house, where the paint was still scarcely dry, might be reopened

with a grand entertainment. Five hundred invitations had been