"No, monsieur; but she paid in full and one quarter ahead, so I couldn't prevent her from going, especially as she seemed in a great hurry."
"And you didn't ask her where she was going?"
"I beg your pardon; she told me that she was going back to her province, but that she should come to Paris again in a week."
"And she didn't leave you her address?"
"No, monsieur; but she left me this little note for you."
"Give it to me! you should have begun with that! Leave me now.—You go, too, Frontin."
The concierge and the valet left the room together, agreeing that it was too bad that he had not opened the parcel in their presence.
"I should have liked to know what it was the little shirtmaker sent him," said the concierge.
"You had it in your hands; couldn't you feel what there was inside the paper?"
"Faith, no!"