CHAPTER XXV FRANZIUS MEETS ELOISE
Next day, when I returned to the Pavilion of Saluce, I took a companion with me—Franzius.
I called early at his wretched lodging in the Rue Dijon; the sound of his violin led me upstairs, and I found him, seated on the side of his bed, playing, his soul in Germany or dreamland.
A day in the country, away from Paris, the houses, the streets! If I had offered him a day in paradise the simple soul could not have expressed more delight.
"Well," I said, "it is nine o'clock. We will just have time to catch the train at Evry. Get ready and come on."
He took his hat from a shelf, placed it on his head, put his violin under his arm, and declared himself ready.
"But surely you are not taking your violin?"
"My violin—but why not?"
"Going into the country!"