They have passed now, and the crowd moves with them. Look down the Champs Elysées, right down to the cobweb of light which is the Place de la Concorde. One moving mass of heads! Look up toward the Arc de Triomphe. They are pouring down from it on their way back from the Bois in one continuous black stream, good-humoured and light-hearted again as ever, now the soldiers have passed. It is long past midnight. Ices and lemonade and sugared cakes have played their part. It is time to go home. The summer night is soft and warm, without a touch of chill. The other guests on the Langtons' balcony are beginning to disperse. The Langtons look as if they would like to go to bed. The crowd below is melting away every moment. The play is over. Eva is charmed when she hears that a carriage is not to be had in all Paris for love or money. To walk home through the lighted streets with Geoffrey! Delightful! A few cheerful leave-takings, and they are in the street again, with another English couple who are going part of the way with them. "Come, wife, arm-in-arm," says the elder man; adding to Geoffrey, "I advise you to do the same. The crowd is as harmless as an infant, but it will probably have a little animal spirits to get rid of, and it won't do to be separated." So arm-in-arm they went, walking with the multitude, which was not dense enough to hamper them. From time to time little groups of _gamins_ would wave their hats in front of magisterial buildings and sing the prohibited Marseillaise, while other bands of _gamins_, equally good-humoured, but more hot-headed, would charge through the crowd with Chinese lanterns and drums and whistles. "Not tired?" asked Geoffrey regularly every five minutes, drawing the little hand further through his arm. Not a bit tired, and Geoffrey was a foolish, tiresome creature to be always thinking of such things. She should say she _was_ tired next time if he did not take care. In fact, now she came to think of it, she was _rather_ tired by having to walk in such a heavy woollen gown. "Don't say that, for Heaven's sake, if it is not true!" said the long-suffering husband, "for we have a mile in front of us yet."