He had every disposition to be nice to his charming cousin; if things went as she liked them it was the proof of a certain fine force in her--the force of assuming they would. Julia had her differences--some of them were much for the better; and when she was in a mood like this evening's, liberally dominant, he was ready to encourage most of what she took for granted. While they waited for the return of the carriage, which had rolled away with his mother, she sat opposite him with her elbows on the table, playing first with one and then with another of the objects that encumbered it; after five minutes of which she exclaimed, "Oh I say, well go!" and got up abruptly, asking for her jacket. He said something about the carriage and its order to come back for them, and she replied, "Well, it can go away again. I don't want a carriage," she added: "I want to walk"--and in a moment she was out of the place, with the people at the tables turning round again and the _caissiere_ swaying in her high seat. On the pavement of the boulevard she looked up and down; there were people at little tables by the door; there were people all over the broad expanse of the asphalt; there was a profusion of light and a pervasion of sound; and everywhere, though the establishment at which they had been dining was not in the thick of the fray, the tokens of a great traffic of pleasure, that night-aspect of Paris which represents it as a huge market for sensations. Beyond the Boulevard des Capucines it flared through the warm evening like a vast bazaar, and opposite the Cafe Durand the Madeleine rose theatrical, a high artful _decor_ before the footlights of the Rue Royale. "Where shall we go, what shall we do?" Mrs. Dallow asked, looking at her companion and somewhat to his surprise, as he had supposed she wanted but to go home. "Anywhere you like. It's so warm we might drive instead of going indoors. We might go to the Bois. That would be agreeable." "Yes, but it wouldn't be walking. However, that doesn't matter. It's mild enough for anything--for sitting out like all these people. And I've never walked in Paris at night. It would amuse me." Nick hesitated. "So it might, but it isn't particularly recommended to ladies." "I don't care for that if it happens to suit me." "Very well then, we'll walk to the Bastille if you like." Julia hesitated, on her side, still looking about. "It's too far; I'm tired; we'll sit here." And she dropped beside an empty table on the "terrace" of M. Durand. "This will do; it's amusing enough and we can look at the Madeleine--that's respectable. If we must have something we'll have a _madere_--is that respectable? Not particularly? So much the better. What are those people having? _Bocks_? Couldn't we have _bocks_? Are they very low? Then I shall have one. I've been so wonderfully good--I've been staying at Versailles: _je me dois bien cela_."