"Faith! I confess that I didn't see even the slightest resemblance." "I rely on your discretion. To-morrow I will tell you what my motive is; you will laugh with me at the adventure. Au revoir, neighbor; good-night! Allow me to light my candle, now." "Much pleasure to you, Monsieur Dorsan!" I left Raymond and returned to my room. My neighbor was not fully persuaded that it was Agathe whom he had seen; but I had at least, by my stratagem, reserved for myself an answer to his gossip; and if he should talk, I could easily persuade people that he was asleep and had not seen things as they were. "But," you will say, "by that falsehood you destroyed another woman's reputation. Who is this Agathe whom you put forward so inconsiderately?" This Agathe is my last mistress, with whom I had broken only a short time before; she is a milliner, very lively, very alluring, and very wanton! She had sometimes done me the honor to come to me to ask hospitality for the night; my neighbor had often seen her going in and out of my room, so that once more or less would do her no harm. Her reputation was in no danger, as you see. Now that I have told you about Mademoiselle Agathe, with whom Monsieur Raymond did not know that I had fallen out, not being in my confidence, I return to Nicette, who is in my apartment, waiting for me. It was half-past one in the morning; but there is time for a great deal between that hour and daybreak! My heart beat fast! Faith! I had no idea what the night would bring to pass. V WHAT THE NIGHT BROUGHT TO PASS "What a funny man that is!" said Nicette, as I entered the room with a light. "When I saw that figure, in his shirt, that neckerchief tied with a lover's knot, that big nose, and those surprised eyes, I couldn't keep from laughing." "I must confess, Mademoiselle Nicette, that you cause me a lot of trouble!" "Do I, monsieur? Oh! I am so sorry!" "But here we are in my rooms at last, God be praised! I don't quite know, though, how you are to go out!" "Pardine! through the door, as I came." "That's easy for you to say! However, we will see, when to-morrow comes." Nicette looked about her. She examined my apartment, my furniture; she followed me into each room; I had only three, by the way: a small reception room, a bedroom, and a study where I worked, or read, or played the piano, or did whatever else I chose. "Sit down and rest," I said. "Oh! in a moment, monsieur; you see----" She glanced at my couch and my easy-chairs; she seemed to be afraid to go near them. I could not help smiling at her embarrassment. "Doesn't the apartment please you?" I inquired. "Oh! yes, indeed, monsieur! but it's all so fine and so shiny! I'm afraid of spoiling something." "You need not be afraid." I led her to the couch, and almost forced her to sit down by my side. "I am alone, you see, Nicette; you have come to a bachelor's quarters." "Oh! I don't care about that, monsieur; at any rate, I didn't have any choice."