They came away. This was the beginning and the end of Henry's studies in the monuments of Paris.
At the hotel he found opportunity to be alone.
He wished to know exactly where he stood, and which way he was looking. It was certain that the day had been unlike any other day in his career.
'I suppose that's what they call Bohemia,' he exclaimed wistfully, solitary in his bedroom.
And then later:
'Jove! I've never written to Geraldine to-day!'