Did the darkness deceive me as to the meaning of this mute response? Was I the victim of a fresh delusion? I fancied that Jeanne looked sad, that perhaps she was thinking of the oaths sworn only to be broken by her former lover, but that she was not quite displeased. However, it lasted only for a second. When she spoke, it was in a higher key: "Don't you think the breeze is very fresh this evening?" A long-drawn sigh came from the back part of the carriage. M. Charnot was waking up. He wished to prove that he had only been meditating. "Yes, my dear, it's a charming evening," he replied; "these Italian nights certainly keep up their reputation." Ten minutes later the carriage drew up, and M. Charnot shook hands with me before the door of his hotel. "Many thanks, my dear young sir, for this delightful drive home! I hope we shall meet again. We are off to Florence to-morrow; is there anything I can do for you there?" "No, thank you." Mademoiselle Charnot gave me a slight bow. I watched her mount the first few steps of the staircase, with one hand shading her eyes from the glare of the gaslights, and the other holding up her wraps, which had come unfolded and were falling around her. ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: Came not in single spies, but in battalions Men forget sooner Skilful actor, who apes all the emotions while feeling none Sorrows shrink into insignificance as the horizon broadens Surprise goes for so much in what we admire To be your own guide doubles your pleasure You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly