I looked at him inquiringly.
"Must I come at the same time to-morrow ?" I asked.
"If you please." I passed my hand across my forehead perplexedly, I felt I had something else to say before I left him.

He waited patiently, holding back with one hand the curtains of the portiere.
"I think I had a parting word to give you," I said at last, meeting his gaze frankly; "but I seem to have forgotten what it was." Cellini smiled gravely.
"Do not trouble to think about it, mademoiselle.

I am unworthy the effort on your part." A flash of vivid light crossed my eyes for a second, and I exclaimed eagerly: "I remember now! It was 'Dieu vous garde' signor!" He bent his head reverentially.
"Merci mille fois, mademoiselle! Dieu vous garde--vous aussi.

Au revoir." And clasping my hand with a light yet friendly pressure, he closed the door of his room behind me.

Once alone in the passage, the sense of high elation and contentment that had just possessed me began gradually to decrease.