Paul did as she desired; he placed on the floor, in one corner of the loft, the two mattresses that were on her bed; then he went back and brought the walnut wardrobe and the little desk, and succeeded in finding room for them in the young girl's new apartment; she, meanwhile, remained at the foot of the ladder, clapping her hands and jumping for joy when she found that the loft would hold the two objects to which she was so much attached. "They are all right," said Paul; "but, mademoiselle, there's no room for anything else, not even a chair." "Oh! I don't care. I don't need any chair up there; I can sit on my bed. I must come up and see how you have arranged it." And the pretty creature ran nimbly up the ladder into the loft, forgetting that Paul was still there. It is very imprudent for a young lady to be in a loft with a young man. It is much more dangerous when the young man is good-looking, and one is already inclined to like him. But Elina did not think of all that. Luckily for her, Paul was honorable and shy. But the most virtuous heart may prove recreant when it is very much in love. Paul's beat violently when the girl climbed the ladder and entered that poor chamber, where it was not possible to stand upright. He had squatted in a corner, in order not to take up too much room, and he dared not stir. "Oh! how nicely it's arranged!" exclaimed Elina, looking about; "there's room for everything; I shall have everything right at hand. Oh! how pleased I am!" And the girl, forgetting that the place was very low, raised her head to thank Paul; but she struck the ceiling, then stumbled, and fell on the mattress with a little shriek. Instantly Paul was on his knees by her side; he examined her head anxiously, saying: "Mon Dieu! you must have hurt yourself terribly. I ought to have warned you. I will go and get some water, some liniment." But Elina was smiling again, and she detained the young man. "It is nothing," she said. "It made me dizzy, that's all; and that has gone now. I shall get out of it with a bump on my forehead. Dear me! I must accustom myself to my loft." "Do let me fetch you something, mademoiselle." "Why, no, I don't need anything, I tell you. Give me your hand." She took Paul's hand and put it to her forehead. "Can you feel anything?" "Yes, mademoiselle; there'll be a swelling there." "The girls will all laugh at me. I've heard that by pressing hard on the place you can prevent a swelling. Will you press on it, Monsieur Paul?" "I am afraid of hurting you." "No, no. Please press; don't be afraid."