I ordered him to send Antoinette to me in the drawing-room.
"Antoinette," said I, "this young lady has travelled all the way from Asia Minor, where the good St.Paul had so many adventures, without changing her things." "_C'est y Dieu possible_!" said Antoinette.
"Give her a nice hot bath, and perhaps you will have the kindness to lend her the underlinen that your sex is in the habit of wearing.

You will put her into the spare bedroom, as she is going to pass the night here, and you will look generally after her comfort." "_Bien, M'sieu_," said Antoinette, regarding Carlotta in stupefaction.
"And put that hat and dress into the dust-bin." "_Bien, M'sieu._" "And as Mademoiselle is broken with fatigue, having come without stopping from Asia Minor, she will go to bed as soon as possible." "The poor angel," said Antoinette.

"But will she not join Monsieur at dinner ?" "I think not," said I, dryly.
"But the young ducklings that are roasting for the dinner of Monsieur ?" "If they were not roasting they might be growing up into ducks," said I.
"Oh, la, la!" murmured Antoinette, below her breath.
"Carlotta," said I, turning to the girl who had seated herself humbly on a straight-backed chair, "you will go with Antoinette and do as she tells you.

She doesn't talk English, but she is used to making people understand her." "_Mais, moi parley Francais un peu_," said Carlotta.
"Then you will win Antoinette's heart, and she will lend you her finest.
Good-night," said I, abruptly.

"I hope you will have a pleasant rest." She took my outstretched hand, and, to my great embarrassment, raised it to her lips.