"Oh, no, no, not at all. Has it any furniture?"
"Very little. We will see."
He pulled the bell at an iron railing, and the gate opened. A beautiful face looked out of the window, and a young woman called: "Eh bien! More officers? I told you, mon lieutenant, we have not room for one more."
"Now, come, come, Elsie! Not so sharp. It is for the house opposite this time. Have you the key?"
"But the house opposite is empty."
"It will not be when I have put mademoiselle into it."
"Alone?"
"Of course."
The young concierge, under the impression that he was certainly installing his mistress, left the window, and came through the gate with a look of impish reproof in her eyes.
Together they crossed the road and she fitted the key into a green iron door let into the face of a yellow wall. Within was a courtyard, leading to a garden, and from the courtyard, steps in an inner wall led up into the house.