"Mariette. Poor little Mariette," was all I could say.
"Good-bye, Theophile, good-bye," she whispered brokenly. "A great gulf
separates us; you have gaiety and happiness, I only misery and despair.
My husband--"
Just as suddenly as they commenced, her tears ceased. Clasping her
hands, she lifted her agitated face to mine.
"Promise me--promise you will never return here again!"