12, and something has gone wrong with this blamed house." She looked at me a moment; and then, "If you will step outside for a moment, I will take you there," says she.
Thus, with perfect composure on both sides, the matter was arranged.
I waited a while outside her door.

Presently she rejoined me, in a dressing-gown, took my hand, led me up another flight, which made the fourth above the level of the roof, and shut me into my own room, where (being quite weary after these contraordinary explorations) I turned in, and slumbered like a child.
I tell you the thing calmly, as it appeared to me to pass; but the next day, when I awoke and put memory in the witness-box, I could not conceal from myself that the tale presented a good many improbable features.
I had no mind for the studio, after all, and went instead to the Luxembourg gardens, there, among the sparrows and the statues and the falling leaves, to cool and clear my head.

It is a garden I have always loved.

You sit there in a public place of history and fiction.

Barras and Fouche have looked from these windows.