When Hetta did not decline to be the bearer of this message she must have at any rate resolved that she would see Paul Montague again,—­and to see him would be to tell him that she was again his own.  She now got herself quickly out of the room, absolutely kissing the woman whom she had both dreaded and despised.  As soon as she was alone in the street she tried to think of it all.  How full of beauty was the face of that American female,—­how rich and glorious her voice in spite of a slight taint of the well-known nasal twang;—­and above all how powerful and at the same time how easy and how gracious was her manner!  That she would be an unfit wife for Paul Montague was certain to Hetta, but...