'It leads to Paris.

That is my road, Mademoiselle.

We part here.' 'But why ?' she cried wildly.
'Because from to-day I would fain begin to be honourable,' I answered in a low voice.

'Because I dare not be generous at another's cost.

I must go back whence I came.' 'To the Chatelet ?' she muttered.
'Yes, Mademoiselle, to the Chatelet.' She tried feverishly to raise her mask with her hand.
'I am not well,' she stammered.