I saw mademoiselle--the turquoise-covered friend of Bartot.

She, too, was leaning forward, but her eyes ignored the man upon the floor, and were seeking to meet mine.

There was something unreal about the whole scene, something which I was never able afterwards to focus absolutely in my mind as a whole, although disjointed parts of it were always present in my thoughts.

But I know that as I looked back she rose a little to her feet and leaned over the table, and heedless of Bartot, who was now by her side, she waved her hand almost as though in approbation.

I was within a few feet of her, upon the threshold of the door, and I heard her words, spoken, perhaps, to her companion,-- "It is so that men should deal with their enemies!" A moment later, Louis and I were driving through the streets toward my hotel.