The servant went to light him out.
Rodolphe accidentally cast his eye on her.

She was a delicate looking girl, with slow movements; her extremely pale face offered a charming contrast to her dark and naturally curling hair, whilst her blue eyes resembled two sickly stars.
"Oh phantom!" exclaimed Rodolphe, shrinking from one who bore the name and the face of his mistress.

"Away, what would you with me ?" And he rushed down the stairs.
"Why, madame," said the lady's maid, returning to her mistress's room.
"The young fellow is mad." "Say rather that he is a fool," claimed the exasperated Seraphine.

"Oh!" she continued, "this will teach me to show kindness.

If only that brute of a Leon had the sense to drop in now!" Leon was the gentleman whose love carried a whip.
Rodolphe ran home without waiting to take breath.