"'Tis nothing.

They say, you know, that Paris never sleeps.

Good night, sweet, and a fair awakening!" She shivered as she had shivered under Tavannes' eye.

And still she lingered, keeping him.
"Are you going to your lodging at once ?" she asked--for the sake, it seemed, of saying something.
"I ?" he answered a little hurriedly.

"No, I was thinking of paying Rochefoucauld the compliment of seeing him home.