"Yes,—is not the customary way for young ladies to start for Paris. But I suppose you know what you are about."
"If I only had my skirt."
Fouchette glanced up at the offending member of her attire which she had cast from her.
"Never mind that,—I'll return and get it. Come with me, mademoiselle. I live near by, and my mother and sisters will protect you for the time being. Come! Where's your hat?"
"I didn't have time——"
"You didn't stop to pack your bundle, eh?"
"Not exactly, monsieur."
They walked along silently for a few yards, following the wall.
"You have relatives in Paris, mademoiselle?" he finally asked.
"No, monsieur."