The girl shook her head slowly.
"It will not be necessary," she told him. "Madame Christophor will know all about you. She will be expecting you."
He smiled scornfully.
"It would be a pity to disappoint a lady with such a remarkable knack of foretelling things. Supposing, however, I change my mind and visit St. Petersburg instead?"
She raised her hands—an expressive gesture.
"There is no Madame Christophor in St. Petersburg. I think that you will be very ill-advised if you go there. Many of the elements which go to the making of life wait for you in Paris. In St. Petersburg you would be a stranger. The life is not there."
She rose to her feet briskly.
"Good night, Monsieur le Bohemian!" she said. "Remember that you have only to accept my little gift of a necktie, to let me take you to a coiffeur whom I know of, and I will dine with you when you choose. Good night, Sir Julien! I think I envy you."
Julien laughed. The idea seemed odd to him.
"I fancy you would be in a minority, mademoiselle," he declared.