darkness, the young physician observed that the person beside him was a woman.

A lace scarf was thrown about her head and shoulders, bare, save for this slight protection, through which sparkled a profusion of jewels.

"Madame, have you no cloak?"

There was no audible answer; but the woman shook her head, indifferent alike to the cold and his solicitude. Rondelet wrapped her quietly in his own coat and leaned back in the carriage, absently watching the woman who sat beside him with hands closely locked and wild eyes staring out into the night.