"I am cold," said Musette, mechanically drawing near the fireplace.
"Ah!" said Marcel. "And we had such a rattling good fire."
"Yes," said Musette, glancing at the remains of the five days' festivity, "I have come too late."
"Why?" said Marcel.
"Why?" said Musette, blushing slightly.
She sat down on Marcel's knee. She was still shivering, and her hands were blue.
"You were not free, then," whispered Marcel.
"I, not free!" exclaimed the girl. "Ah Marcel! If I were seated amongst the stars in Paradise and you made me a sign to come down to you I should do so. I, not free!"
She began to shiver again.
"There are five chairs here," said Rodolphe, "which is an odd number, without reckoning that the fifth is of a ridiculous shape."