When the clock struck ten, she arose. "I am afraid, we can await your daughters no longer;" she said, "to-morrow, when they have rested after their dancing we will return."
"I will not detain you," replied the doctor, "for I verily believe that they will not come home, till I go and fetch them myself. That is the way they treat their old father. I will forgive them, however, this time an account of the pleasure they have procured me of having your society all to myself. But I rely on your promise to return to-morrow, and perhaps, you will understand my paternal weakness when you see these naughty daughters of mine."
So they all set forth; the doctor had insisted on accompanying them to the door of the hotel; there he left them, and they silently followed the waiter who carried the light before them. He opened two adjoining rooms and after wishing them good night disappeared.
Valentine stretched out his hand to Eugénie. She pressed it, and said calmly, looking up at him,
"Good night to you, my dear friend, sleep well, and au revoir to-morrow."
Then she entered her room and closed the door behind her.
After remaining quiet for some time he knocked gently at the door which separated the two rooms.
"Eugénie," he whispered.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Your good night of before, was against our treaty."