When it was quite night, they drew near to a busy town, whose lights glittered by hundreds and thousands on the bank. There were many barges and small boats at anchor in its wharves, banging out lanterns at their mast-heads. The old man bade her steer his boat among them, and with a cord he made it fast.
"This is Paris?" she asked breathlessly
The old man laughed:
"Paris is days' sail away."
"I asked you if you went to Paris?"
The old man laughed again:
"I said I came the Paris way. So I have done. Land."
Her face set with an anger that made him wince, dull though his conscience was.
"You cheated me," she said, briefly; and she climbed the boat's side, and, shaking the violets off her, set her foot upon the pier, not stopping to waste more words.
But a great terror fell on her.