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