It was our souls, not our mouths which talked — talked softly and mysteriously in the gracious stillness and obscurity of that Paris night. I learnt many things during that drive — the depth of her love, the height of her courage, the ecstasy of her bliss. And she, too, she must have learnt many things from me — the warmth of my gratitude to her, a warmth which was only exceeded by the transcendent fire of my affection.

Presently we had left the borders of the drowsy Seine, which is so busy by day, so strangely silent by night. We crossed the immense Place de la Concorde. Once again we were rolling smoothly along the Champs Elys�es. Only a few hours before we had driven through this very avenue, Rosa and I, but with what different feelings from those which possessed us now! How serene and quiet it was!