"Let us go up farther."
Nor did she stop at the third, but said to her escort:
"Let us keep on."
And Chamoureau made no objection.
"Does she mean to take me up to the small boxes in the dome?" he said to himself. "Have I inspired her with a frenzied passion? But I believe the small boxes aren't open on ball nights. No matter, let her take me where she will; she's a beautiful woman, her figure is enchanting, her hand small, her language distinguished. God grant that I may not find behind her mask any resemblance to that horrible shoe-stitcher! Gad! I am distrustful now!"
The gray domino stopped in the passage leading to the amphitheatre and said to her escort:
"Excuse me, monsieur, for making you come up so high, but I was anxious that we should be alone for what I have to say to you."
"I would have followed you up in a balloon, madame, if you had asked me."
"Oh! you go much too fast perhaps, monsieur, for, after all, you do not know me."
"But I desire most ardently to make your acquaintance."