"Wherever you like; what does it matter to me?" She repeated her _Che mi fa_? twice. "But we are going to the hotel." "Very well, let us all go to the hotel," she said, in a contemptuous voice. I turned to Paul, and said: "She wants to know if we should like her to come with us." My friend's utter surprise restored my self-possession. He stammered: "With us? Where to? What for? How?" "I don't know, but she made this strange proposal to me in a most irritable voice. I told her that we were going to the hotel, and she said: 'Very well, let us all go there!' I suppose she is without a halfpenny. She certainly has a very strange way of making acquaintances." Paul, who was very much excited, exclaimed: "I am quite agreeable. Tell her that we will take her wherever she likes." Then, after a moment's hesitation, he said uneasily: "We must know, however, with whom she wants to go--with you or with me?" I turned to the Italian, who did not even seem to be listening to us, and said: "We shall be very happy to take you with us, but my friend wants to know whether you will take my arm or his?" She opened her black eyes wide with vague surprise, and said, "_Che mi fa_?" I was obliged to explain myself. "In Italy, I believe, when a man looks after a woman, fulfills all her wishes, and satisfies all her caprices, he is called a _patito_. Which of us two will you take for your _patito_?" Without the slightest hesitation she replied: "You!" I turned to Paul. "You see, my friend, she chooses me; you have no chance." "All the better for you," he replied, in a rage. Then, after thinking for a few moments, he went on: "Do you really care about taking this creature with you? She will spoil our journey. What are we to do with this woman, who looks like I don't know what? They will not take us in at any decent hotel." I, however, just began to find the Italian much nicer than I had thought her at first, and I was now very anxious to take her with us. The idea delighted me. I already felt those little shivers which the expectation of a night of love sends through the veins. I replied, "My dear fellow, we have accepted and it is too late to recede. You were the first to advise me to say 'Yes.'" "It is very stupid," he growled, "but do as you please." The train whistled, slackened speed, and we ran into the station. I got out of the carriage, and offered my new companion my hand. She jumped out lightly, and I gave her my arm, which she took with an air of seeming repugnance. As soon as we had claimed our luggage we started off into the town, Paul walking in utter silence. "To what hotel shall we go?" I asked him. "It may be difficult to get into the _City of Paris_ with a woman, especially with this Italian." Paul interrupted me. "Yes, with an Italian who looks more like a strumpet than a duchess. However, that is no business of mine. Do just as you please."