He bowed in silence, whilst she, likewise silent, returned his bow with modest reserve, the tact appropriate to the occasion, such as no _ingenue_, even at the Comedie, was then capable of.

And while the Baron accompanied the priest to the door, she returned to the _salon_ with Duthil, who was scarcely screened by the door-curtain before he passed his arm round her waist.
When Pierre, who at last felt confident of success, found himself, still in his cab, in front of the Princess de Harn's mansion in the Avenue Kleber, he suddenly relapsed into great embarrassment.

The avenue was crowded with carriages brought thither by the musical _matinee_, and such a throng of arriving guests pressed round the entrance, decorated with a kind of tent with scallopings of red velvet, that he deemed the house unapproachable.

How could he manage to get in?
And how in his cassock could he reach the Princess, and ask for a minute's conversation with Baroness Duvillard?
Amidst all his feverishness he had not thought of these difficulties.

However, he was approaching the door on foot, asking himself how he might glide unperceived through the throng, when the sound of a merry voice made him turn: "What, Monsieur l'Abbe! Is it possible! So now I find you here!" It was little Massot who spoke.