"What do you want?"
"Well, don't you see?"
"What?"
"Why, that this unfortunate boy can't pass the night here, in this room."
"Then where can he pass it?" asked Rosine.
"I don't know; but we must find him another room."
"Without telling the marquis?"
"Oh, true! my father doesn't know he is here. Good heavens! what's to be done? Ah, Monsieur Michel, it is all your fault!"
"Mademoiselle, I am ready to leave the house if you demand it."
"What makes you say that?" cried Mary, quickly. "No; on the contrary, stay."