MADAME DE TREYMES
Her face altered instantly, exchanging its retrospective light for the look of slightly shadowed watchfulness which he had known as most habitual to it.
"It was impossible—it has always been so. My husband would not go; and since—since our separation—there have been family reasons."
Durham sighed impatiently. "Why do you talk of reasons? The truth is, you have made your life here. You could never give all this up!" He made a discouraged gesture in the direction of the Place de la Concorde.
"Give it up! I would go tomorrow! But it could never, now, be for more than a visit. I must live in France on account of my boy."
Durham's heart gave a quick beat. At last the talk had neared the point toward which his whole mind was straining, and
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