There is, above all, not a moment to be lost." My thoughts were in a whirl.

Even as she spoke she began to walk back the way we had come, her hand on my arm; and I, doubtful, and in a confused way unwilling, went with her.

I did not clearly understand the position.

I would have wished to go in and confer with Marie and Croisette; but the juncture had occurred so quickly, and it might be that time was as valuable as she said, and--well, it was hard for me, a lad, to refuse her anything when she looked at me with appeal in her eyes.

I did manage to stammer, "But I do not know Paris.