himself heard while he looked for his hat.

"Whereas the woman herself is, so to speak, priceless."

Mr. Blunt muttered the word "Obviously."

By then we were all on our feet. The iron stove glowed no longer and the
lamp, surrounded by empty bottles and empty glasses, had grown dimmer.

I know that I had a great shiver on getting away from the cushions of the
divan.

"We will meet again in a few hours," said Mr. Blunt.

"Don't forget to come," he said, addressing me. "Oh, yes, do. Have no
scruples. I am authorized to make invitations."

He must have noticed my shyness, my surprise, my embarrassment. And
indeed I didn't know what to say.

"I assure you there isn't anything incorrect in your coming," he
insisted, with the greatest civility. "You will be introduced by two
good friends, Mills and myself. Surely you are not afraid of a very
charming woman. . . ."

I was not afraid, but my head swam a little and I only looked at him
mutely.

"Lunch precisely at midday. Mills will bring you along. I am sorry you
two are going. I shall throw myself on the bed for an hour or two, but I
am sure I won't sleep."

He accompanied us along the passage into the black-and-white hall, where
the low gas flame glimmered forlornly. When he opened the front door the
cold blast of the mistral rushing down the street of the Consuls made me
shiver to the very marrow of my bones.

Mills and I exchanged but a few words as we walked down towards the
centre of the town. In the chill tempestuous dawn he strolled along
musingly, disregarding the discomfort of the cold, the depressing
influence of the hour, the desolation of the empty streets in which the
dry dust rose in whirls in front of us, behind us, flew upon us from the
side streets. The masks had gone home and our footsteps echoed on the
flagstones with unequal sound as of men without purpose, without hope.

"I suppose you will come," said Mills suddenly.

"I really don't know," I said.

"Don't you? Well, remember I am not trying to persuade you; but I am
staying at the Hotel de Louvre and I shall leave there at a quarter to
twelve for that lunch. At a quarter to twelve, not a minute later. I
suppose you can sleep?"

I laughed.

"Charming age, yours," said Mills, as we came out on the quays. Already
dim figures of the workers moved in the biting dawn and the masted forms
of ships were coming out dimly, as far as the eye could reach down the
old harbour.