The whole day, to-morrow, was before him.

He felt his own pulse; and determined, in justice to himself, to go to bed.
Ten minutes later, the landlady, on her way to bed, ascended the stairs.
She too heard the voice, still reading aloud--and tapped softly at the door.

Teresa opened it.
"Is the poor thing not asleep yet ?" "No." "Has she been disturbed in some way ?" "Somebody has been walking about, overhead," Teresa answered.
"That's the new lodger!" exclaimed the landlady.

"I'll speak to Mr.Le Frank." On the point of closing the door, and saying good-night, Teresa stopped, and considered for a moment.
"Is he your new lodger ?" she said.
"Yes.

Do you know him ?" "I saw him when I was last in England." "Well ?" "Nothing more," Teresa answered.