Still, he no longer took his eyes from Raphanel.

And he saw the other feign indifference at what followed, and finish his beer and take his leave, with the jesting remark that he had an appointment with a lady at a neighbouring omnibus office.
No sooner had he gone than Bergaz rose, sprang over some of the forms and jostled people in order to reach little Mathis, into whose ear he whispered a few words.

And the young man at once left his table, taking his companion and pushing him outside through an occasional exit.

It was all so rapidly accomplished that none of the general public paid attention to the flight.
"What is it ?" said the Princess to Bergaz, when he had quietly resumed his seat between Rossi and Sanfaute.
"Oh! nothing, I merely wished to shake hands with Mathis as he was going off." Thereupon Rosemonde announced that she meant to do the same.
Nevertheless, she lingered a moment longer and again spoke of Norway on perceiving that nothing could impassion Hyacinthe except the idea of the eternal snow, the intense, purifying cold of the polar regions.

In his poem on the "End of Woman," a composition of some thirty lines, which he hoped he should never finish, he thought of introducing a forest of frozen pines by way of final scene.