"How on earth do you come here?
Here, of all places, and by my side?
Is all well at Caylus?
Surely Mademoiselle is not--" "Mademoiselle is well! perfectly well! And thinking of you, I swear!" I answered passionately.

"For us," I went on, eager for the moment to escape that subject--how could I talk of it in the daylight and under strange eyes?
--"Marie and Croisette are behind.

We left Caylus eight days ago.

We reached Paris yesterday evening.

We have not been to bed! We have passed, Louis, such a night as I never--" He stopped me with a gesture.