While my companion was being rubbed, I did justice to the supper, and dried myself thoroughly in front of the fire. The bedroom door was not closed, and I could hear Raymond urging the servant on and complimenting her on her skill. The buxom damsel must have been tired, she had rubbed him so long, but Raymond seemed to enjoy it. Soon I concluded that the fire and the servant's ministrations had entirely restored my friend's animation, for he began to be enterprising, and I heard the girl exclaim that she would not stand it. And I had answered for his behavior! How can you trust anyone? But the noise continued in the adjoining room; and at last the girl fled into the room where I was, roaring with laughter, and pursued by Monsieur Raymond in shirt and drawers and a pair of the innkeeper's slippers. "Won't you keep quiet the rest of the night, Monsieur Raymond? Am I to have no peace with you?" said I. "Oh! what eyes, my friend! Ah! the hussy, if she would!" "Yes, but the trouble is I won't, Monsieur Insolent!" "Come, Raymond, let the girl go to bed; it's late and this is no time to rouse the whole inn. I've no desire to get into any more trouble for your lovely eyes.--Leave us, my girl! we don't want anything more." "I say, my dear, where's your room; do tell me where it is?" "What business is it of yours?" "Tell me, all the same, you sly minx, and you won't be sorry." "Well, I sleep upstairs, at the end of the hall." "Good; I understand." The servant left us, and Raymond sat down at the table. "I trust," said I, "that you don't propose to run after that girl? She's fooling you." "No, no! I was joking, that's all. She's as solid as a rock!" "She ought to know whether you are or not, for she rubbed you long enough." "Yes, indeed; the hussy knows!" "It doesn't seem to have disposed her in your favor." "Bah! didn't she tell me where her room was?" "Don't you trust her." "Oh! I've no desire to go after her, as you can imagine; but, one thing is sure, and that is, that if I chose, I should have everything my own way." "I don't believe it." "Do you want to bet?" "No; because you would indulge in some pleasant little performance which would make my night as agreeable as my evening has been; and I confess that I've had enough of that sort of thing for to-day. Good-night, Monsieur Raymond! I am going to bed, and I advise you to do the same." "Yes, neighbor, yes, I'll do the same. Sleep well. Your servant!"