I could not find my way, I am afraid, and it is night, Madame." She released my arm and stopped.

"Night!" she cried, with a scornful ring in her voice.

"Night! I thought you were a man, not a boy! You are afraid!" "Afraid," I said hotly; "we Cayluses are never afraid." "Then I can tell you the way, if that be your only difficulty.

We turn here.

Now, come in with me a moment," she continued, "and I will give you something you will need--and your directions." She had stopped at the door of a tall, narrow house, standing between larger ones in a street which appeared to me to be more airy and important than any I had yet seen.