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She could not tell, when she woke, how long she had slept. But the broad light of day was filling the boudoir; and she perceived, at the first movement which she made, that her bonds were cut. Then she turned her head and saw her husband standing beside her, looking at her:

“My son … my son …” she moaned. “I want my son….”

He replied, in a voice of which she felt the jeering insolence:

“Our son is in a safe place. And, for the moment, it’s a question not of him, but of you. We are face to face with each other, probably for the last time, and the explanation between us will be a very serious one. I must warn you that it will take place before my mother. Have you any objection?”

Yvonne tried to hide her agitation and answered:

“None at all.”

“Can I send for her?”

“Yes. Leave me, in the meantime. I shall be ready when she comes.”

“My mother is here.”

“Your mother is here?” cried Yvonne, in dismay, remembering Horace Velmont’s promise.

“What is there to astonish you in that?”

“And is it now … is it at once that you want to …?