But Israel understood nothing, at the time, but the exceeding grace, and trim, bewitching figure of the girl.
She stood eyeing him for a few moments more, with a look of pretty theatrical despair, and, after vaguely lingering a while, with another shower of incomprehensible compliments and apologies, tripped like a fairy from the chamber.

Directly she was gone Israel pondered upon a singular glance of the girl.

It seemed to him that he had, by his reception, in some way, unaccountably disappointed his beautiful visitor.

It struck him very strangely that she had entered all sweetness and friendliness, but had retired as if slighted, with a sort of disdainful and sarcastic levity, all the more stinging from its apparent politeness.
Not long had she disappeared, when a noise in the passage apprised him that, in her hurried retreat, the girl must have stumbled against something.

The next moment he heard a chair scraping in the adjacent apartment, and there was another knock at the door.
It was the man of wisdom this time.
"My honest friend, did you not have a visitor, just now ?" "Yes, Doctor, a very pretty girl called upon me." "Well, I just stopped in to tell you of another strange custom of Paris.
That girl is the chambermaid, but she does not confine herself altogether to one vocation.