"In this street, or rather lane, there is a garden, and in this garden a pavilion that also communicates with the two streets that I mentioned."
"What next?"
"That pavilion awaits you."
She reflected, still with no appearance of embarrassment, and then asked two or three questions that were dictated by feminine prudence. His explanations seemed to be satisfactory, for she murmured as she arose:
"Well, I will go to-morrow."
"At what time?"
"Three o'clock."
"Seven is the number; I will be waiting for you behind the door. Do not forget. Give a knock as you pass."
"Yes, my friend. Adieu, till to-morrow."
"Till to-morrow, adieu. Thanks; I adore you."