Afterwards we spoke together for a little time.

I told him that I was alone in Paris and bored.

It was because I was alone that we went out together." Her forehead was wrinkled with perplexity.

Her eyes seemed always to be seeking mine, as though anxious to learn whether I were indeed speaking the truth.
"I do not understand at all," she said.

"You mean to tell me, then, that you know nothing of Louis except as a _maitre d'hotel_, that you were a chance visitor to Paris this week ?" "Absolutely," I answered.
Suddenly a thought seemed to occur to her.