While I stood there I was aware of someone beside me. My heart started to hammer and for a moment I felt as though I was unable to move.

Terror seized me, as it had when I had suddenly realized the man in the blue coat and white hat was no ordinary cocker.

Then a voice said: “You remember me?”

I turned. I was looking into the face of Nicole St. Giles.

“I think I startled you,” she went on.

“Yes. I … I thought I was alone up here.”

“People don’t often trail up those steps. Do you know there are three hundred and ninety-seven of them?”

“It seemed like a thousand.” Aa She laughed.

“I was so pleased to see you in the crowd, but you didn’t see me. I saw you start up the stairs and I guessed you were coming to look at the view. You’re at the Duponts’ in Courcelles, I believe?”

“Yes,” I said; and I thought: She would know, of course. She was at the chateau when it was arranged. How much more did she know?

“I couldn’t resist coming to see the wedding,” she said.

“Couldn’t you?” I looked at her searchingly. Did she care very much?

She did not seem to.

“I hope it’s a success,” she said, and I noticed she had not said that she hoped they would be happy.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I hope, too, that you will come and see me while you are in Paris. I have a house on the Left Bank. Let me give you a card. It’s not very far from the Sorbonne and near the Luxembourg Gardens. Quite pleasant.”

“You live there … all the time.”

“Yes, now. All the time.”

I thought: It is over for you then. You are just thrown aside.

But she seemed very happy.

“How are the portraits going?”

“Quite well. I have done the elder young lady. Now I have the younger and then there is a cousin. I think it better for me to do the three before I move on to the house of Monsieur Villefranche.

“So you will be in Paris for some time yet. I think the Villefranche house is in the Avenue de 1” Alma just off the Champs-Elysees. “

“Yes that is so.”

“You vvl^ be we^ acquainted with Paris by the time you have finished.

What shall you do after the Villefranche picture? “

“Go back to England unless ” Unless there are other commissions? I should think there might well be. I hear your name mentioned a great deal. “

“Oh, do you?”

“Yes, with considerable awe. The fact that you are a woman seems to have added a piquancy. The Baron saw to that.”

I was silent.

“Do come and see me,” she said.

“I should love to show you my house.”

“Thank you.” I took the card and slipped it into the pocket of my coat.

“I shall expect you. I am really very pleased that we have met again.”

“Thank you. Do you think it is a little chilly up here?”

“Yes, let’s go down. Will you go first or shall I?”

I followed her down. I thought how elegant she looked, how serene.

But what was she really feeling this discarded woman?

I had finished Sophie’s portrait and had begun that of Francoise when the fearful certainty came to me. I was going to have a child.

The horror of this crashed down on me. It had been a faint black cloud in the sky for some little while and then came the certainty. I should have realized that it was highly probable. I think I had felt that I could not contemplate anything worse than what I had already endured and had refused to look this possibility in the face.

A child. His child! I had promised myself that I would forget that humiliating incident but as this had happened, it

“I think I startled you,” she went on.

“Yes. I… I thought I was alone up here.”

“People don’t often trail up those steps. Do you know there are three hundred and ninety-seven of them?”

“It seemed like a thousand.”

She laughed.

“I was so pleased to see you in the crowd, but you didn’t see me. I saw you start up the stairs and I guessed you were coming to look at the view. You’re at the Duponts* in Courcelles, I believe?”

“Yes,” I said; and I thought: She would know, of course. She was at the chateau when it was arranged. How much more did she know? “I couldn’t resist coming to see the wedding,” she said.

“Couldn’t you?” I looked at her searchingly. Did she care ; very much? She did not seem to.

“I hope it’s a success,” she said, and I noticed she had not said that she hoped they would be happy. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I hope, too, that you will come and see me while you are in Paris. I have a house on the Left Bank. Let me give you a card. It’s not very far from the Sorbonne and near the^ Luxembourg Gardens. Quite pleasant. ”

“You live there … all the time.”

“Yes, now. All the time.”

So I thought: It is over for you then. You are just thrown aside. But she seemed very happy. 

“How are the portraits going?”

“Quite well. I have done the elder young lady. Now I havens the younger and then there is a cousin. I think it better former to do the three before I move on to the house of Monsieur’s Villefranche. ”

"So you will be in Paris for some time yet. I think the Villefranche house is in the Avenue de 1”Alma just off the Champs-Elysees.”

“Yes, that is so.”

“You wu! be well acquainted with Paris by the time you have finished.

What shall you do after the Villefranche picture? “

“Go back to England unless ” Unless there are other commissions? I should think there might well be. I hear your name mentioned a great deal. “

“Oh, do you?”

“Yes, with considerable awe. The fact that you are a woman seems to have added a piquancy. The Baron saw to that.”

I was silent.

“Do come and see me,” she said.

“I should love to show you my house.”

“Thank you.” I took the card and slipped it into the pocket of my coat.

“I shall expect you. I am really very pleased that we have met again.”

“Thank you. Do you think it is a little chilly up here?”

“Yes, let’s go down. Will you go first or shall I?”

I followed her down. I thought how elegant she looked, how serene.

But what was she really feeling-this discarded woman?

I had finished Sophie’s portrait and had begun that of Francoise when the fearful certainty came to me. I was going to have a child.

The horror of this crashed down on me. It had been a faint black cloud in the sky for some little while and then came the ^ftsinty. I should have realized that it was highly probable. I think I had felt that I could not contemplate anything worse than what I had already endured and had refused to look this possibility in the face.

A child. His child! I had promised myself that I would rorge^ (hat humiliating incident but as this had happened, it would mean that that terrible interlude would be with me for the rest of my life.

It now seemed an inevitable consequence. We had been together for three nights . three nights of incessant rape, I called it. And now a child . living evidence of what had happened to me.

Had he thought of this? I was sure he had. He had thought I was going to marry Bertrand and had no doubt considered that it would be rather amusing for me to bear a child to whom Bertrand could give his name.

There was, however, to be no marriage. I had not heard from Bertrand and I felt that I never would. I did not want to really.

But now . what was I going to do? I, an unmarried woman, was to bear a child.

I was amazed that I could work, but I did. I could throw myself wholeheartedly into work and forget everything while I was thus engaged. There was nothing for me but that young face which I had to produce for immortality. A hundred years from this moment people would look at my miniature of Francoise and know how she had looked at this time.

My work soothed me; in a way it revitalized me; it took strain from my mind; it gave me blessed forgetfulness of a future which must be fraught with difficulties.

But as soon as I had ceased to work the clouds settled round me.

Perhaps I had made a mistake. In my heart I knew it was no mistake.

Something had warned me when I had seen him in the carriage with Marie-Claude that I had not seen the last of him.

I spent a lot of time in my room. Soon I should have to pass on to the house of Monsieur Villefranche. After that I would go home. I tried to imagine myself telling my father and Clare.

How could I do that? Well-brought-up young ladies did not suddenly announce that they were about to give birth to a bastard.

I heard myself telling my father: “I was abducted, forced to submit to the wicked Baron. This is the result.”

It sounded feeble. Why had I said nothing about it until now? The inference would be that I had willingly dallied with the Baron knowing full well that he was betrothed to the Princesse.

“I hate him! I hate him!” I said aloud and then laughed at myself.

What was the use of reviling him now?

But what was I going to do?

Here I was on the brink of a great career and this had happened to me.

If it hadn’t I could have forgotten in time. Perhaps I could have settled down to a normal life with someone else, although at the moment I felt that to be impossible. He had damaged me mentally as well as physically, I had heard this could happen. He had made me shrink from men because if ever one approached me I should see his face leering at me, looking like the demon-gargoyle of Notre Dame.

As I considered the implications of what had happened to me I began to get frightened. I had time to ponder, it was true. Moreover, i had another portrait to do before I returned to England so had not to go immediately. I kept wondering how I could tell my father. He would be kindly and understanding, I knew; but he would be very shocked and I did not see how I could stay at Collison House with all the village knowing about my child.

I walked a great deal during those days. I had plenty of time to myself, and if I worked all morning I did not take up my brush during the rest of the day. In the early afternoon I need relaxation and I never felt the light was good enough after four o’clock.

I had lost my eager interest in the city. I would walk without even seeing the objects of beauty and antiquity. I was confronted all the time by my own seemingly insoluble problem.

One afternoon I sat down outside the Cafe Anglais where little tables had been set up under pink and white sunshades. It was getting a little chilly now, for we were well into September and there was a touch of autumn in the air. I wondered vaguely how much longer one would be able to sit in the streets and watch the people pass by as one drank a cup of coffee.

I was sitting there, deep in thought, when a voice called out: “Why, hello. It’s you again.” It was Nicole St. Giles.

“May I sit with you?” she went on.

“I’d like a cup of coffee.” She called to the garçon to bring it to her; then she turned to me.

“You look worried. Isn’t the picture going well?”

“Yes, the picture is going very well.”

“How fortunate you are to be so gifted! I suppose you feel that having this gift… well, it’s a compensation for so many things, isn’t it… almost everything?”

She was looking at me steadily and after a slight pause she said: “Do tell me what’s wrong. I’d like to help if I can.”

Perhaps it was the kindliness in her face. Perhaps it was the gentleness in her voice as she took my hand and pressed it. It might have been because I was so desperate. In any case, I clutched her hand and said: “I am going to have a child.”

She looked at me intently and said: “We can’t talk here very well.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t know why I told you.”

Her coffee had come and she stirred it absentmindedly.

“You told me because you had to tell someone,” she said.

“I’m so glad I came along then. Come to my house. There we can talk in comfort.

Don’t worry. I am sure I can be of help. It’s not such an unusual state of affairs you know. It has happened before . many times.

The thing is to keep a cool head. “

Strangely enough I felt tremendously relieved, and when she had finished her coffee and the bill was paid she hired a cab and we sped away together.

The cab pulled up in one of the streets leading from the Boulevard St. Michel. We were before a white house of some four stories.