“From the Rue Dauphine?”
“Yes.”
“I will take madame home.”
“Do so, then,” said she, although somewhat surprised at the offer.
The man made a sign, and a carriage drove up. He opened the door for her, and then said to the coachman, “To the Rue Dauphine.” They set off, and the young woman, who much approved of this mode of transit, regretted she had not further to go. They soon stopped, however; the footman handed her out, and immediately drove off again.
“Really,” said she to herself, “this is an agreeable adventure; it is very gallant of M. Mesmer. Oh, I am very tired, and he must have foreseen that. He is a great doctor.”
Saying these words, she mounted to the second story, and knocked at a door, which was quickly opened by an old woman.
“Is supper ready, mother?”
“Yes, and growing cold.”
“Has he come?”