You will find that such things are not done in Geneva.

I will have you put out!" "Why ?" he asked, craftily resorting to argument.

"When I ask only to remain and be quiet?
Why, when you have, or to-night will have, an empty room?
Why, when you lodged Tissot, will you not lodge me?
In what am I worse than Tissot or Grio," he continued, "or--I forget the other's name?
Have I the plague, or the falling sickness?
Am I Papist or Arian?
What have I done that I may not lie in Geneva, may not lie in your house?
Tell me, give me a reason, show me the cause, and I will go." Her anger had died down while he spoke and while she listened.

Instead, the lowness of heart to which she had yielded when she thought herself alone before the hearth showed in every line of her figure.

"You do not know what you are doing," she said sadly.