She reported that Eve felt unable to rise.
"What do you think about her ?" he asked.

"Nothing serious, is it ?" "She can't get rid of her headache." "Let her rest as long as she likes.

Are you comfortable here ?" Patty was in ecstasies with everything, and chattered on breathlessly.
She wished to go out; Eve had no need of her--indeed had told her that above all she wished to be left alone.
"Get ready, then," said Hilliard, "and we'll have an hour or two." They walked to the Madeleine and rode thence on the top of a tram-car to the Bastille.

By this time Patty had come to regard her strange companion in a sort of brotherly light; no restraint whatever appeared in her conversation with him.

Eve, she told him, had talked French with the chambermaid.
"And I fancy it was something she didn't want _me_ to understand." "Why should you think so ?" "Oh, something in the way the girl looked at me." "No, no; you were mistaken.