'We must go somewhere' I said.
'I would help you if I could,' he answered, shrugging his shoulders.
'But there it is! Blois is full from the tiles to the cellars.' My horse shivered under me, and mademoiselle, whose patience was gone, cried harshly to me to do something.

'We cannot spend the night in the streets,' she said fiercely.
I saw that she was worn out and scarcely mistress of herself.

The light was falling, and with it some rain.

The reek of the kennels and the close air from the houses seemed to stifle us.

The bell at the church behind us was jangling out vespers.