Carlat, have a care of your mistress until morning, and let Madame lie in her chamber.

She is nervous to-night.

There, sweet, until morning! God keep you, and pleasant dreams!" He uncovered, and bowing over her hand, kissed it; and the door being open he would have turned away.

But she lingered as if unwilling to enter.
"There is--do you hear it--a stir in _that_ quarter ?" she said, pointing across the Rue St.Honore.

"What lies there ?" "Northward?
The markets," he answered.