“Charney,” repeated the elder lady, “I shall not forget.”
“Yes, madame, Georges de Charney.”
“And you live——?”
“Hôtel des Princes, Rue de Richelieu.”
The coach stopped. The elder lady opened the door and jumped out quickly, holding out a hand to her companion.
“But pray, ladies,” said he, preparing to follow them, “take my arm; you are not yet at your own home.”
“Oh, sir, do not move.”
“Not move?”
“No; pray remain in the coach.”
“You cannot walk alone at this time of night; it is impossible.”