She looked up and down, as if waiting for some one.

No one was there.

Back she came, so swiftly that she nearly caught Pierre before he could retreat through the porte-cochere.

There he looked out again.

The neighbourhood was low and wild, and strange; and some one spoke to Virginie,--nay, laid his hand upon her arm,--whose dress and aspect (he had emerged out of a side-street) Pierre did not know; but, after a start, and (Pierre could fancy) a little scream, Virginie recognised the stranger, and the two turned up the side street whence the man had come.