“Would you like a lift, Monsieur Lacrisse?”
“I’m afraid I shall be in your way.”
“Not in the least. Where shall I drop you?”
“At the Étoile.”
They started along the blue road bordered by black foliage, in the silent night.
And the drive came to an end.
The Baronne asked as the carriage stopped, in the voice of one awakening from a dream:
“Where are we?”
“At the Étoile, alas!” replied Joseph Lacrisse.