"You are an angel," cried Melosan, enthusiastically; "but now you must really go to bed. Good-night, Jane."
"Good-night," said the young girl, cordially, and then the door closed behind Melosan.
As the secretary was about to go to his room, Madame Vollard intercepted him on the stairs.
"Well, how goes it?" she asked; "has the poor child recovered?"
"Yes, thank you."
"What occurred?"
"She was almost burned to death; her dress had already caught fire."
"What a lucky accident—"
"Lucky accident?" repeated Melosan, not understanding.