"Absolutely. We're all friends again, and have come to say farewell."
"Well, I'm very sleepy," said she, with much resignation. "Go and sleep well, my friends."
"We're forgiven for our bad manners?"
"Oh, but you were very amusing. You're all going home now?"
"So we propose, mademoiselle."
Her eyes chanced to fall on Wetter. She pointed her finger at him and began to laugh.
"What makes you as pale as a ghost, my friend?" she asked.
"It's late; I'm tired," he answered lamely and awkwardly.
She turned a shrewd glance on me. I smiled composedly.
"Ah, well, it's no affair of mine," she said.