The Kaulnitz and many other high persons were at the station in the chill, snowy, misty day to say their last farewells. She was wrapped in silver-fox fur from head to foot; she was somewhat pale; she felt an absurd reluctance to go away from a city which was nothing to her. But her exiled friend was recovering health, and Madame Ottilie was all alone; and though she was utterly her own mistress, far more so than most women, there were some things she could not do. To stay on in Paris seemed to her to be one of them.
The little knot of high personages said their last words; the train began slowly to move upon its way; a hand passed through the window of the carriage and laid a bouquet of lilies of the valley on her knee.
'Adieu!' said Sabran very gently, as his eyes met hers once more.
Then the express train rolled faster on its road, and passed out by the north-east, and in a few moments had left Paris far behind it.
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Wanda, Vol. 1 (of 3), by Ouida