Perhaps, too, I shall see you before then, as I am going to call upon Madame Boiset." Then he went, feeling rather uncomfortable, and yet interested, though what it was that interested him he did not quite know.

That night he dreamed that Madame Riennes stood by his bed watching him with her burning eyes.

It was an unpleasant dream.
He kept his word.

When the Boiset family, especially Madame, cross-examined him as to the details of his visit to Miss Ogilvy, he merely described the splendours of that opulent establishment and the intellectual character of its guests.

Of their mystic attributes he said nothing at all, only adding that Miss Ogilvy proposed to do herself the honour of calling at the Maison Blanche, as the Boisets' house was called.
About the middle of the week Miss Ogilvy arrived and, as Madame had taken care to be at home in expectation of her visit, was entertained to tea.