Then he felt Regina's hand slipping through his arm.
"Come," she said softly, and she led him away to the left.
He did not speak for a long time.

They turned under the arches into the Palais Royal, and followed the long portico in silence, out to the Rue Vivienne and the narrow Rue des Petits Champs.

Still Marcello did not speak, and without a word they reached the Avenue de l'Opera.

The light was very bright there, and Regina looked long at Marcello's face, and saw how white it was.
"She said you were looking very ill," said she, in a voice that shook a little.
"Nonsense!" cried Marcello, rousing himself.

"Shall we have supper at Henry's or at the Cafe de Paris?
We are near both." "We will go home," Regina answered.