For more reasons than he knew of, it was well that I should leave Paris.
"Are you coming with me ?" I asked.
"I am crossing by the night boat," Louis answered.

"I have not quite finished the work for which I came over.

I have some things to buy." I smiled.
"Upon my word," I said, "I had forgotten your profession." I went back into the hotel and paid my bill.

Louis drove with me to the station and saw to the registration of my luggage.

Afterwards he found my reserved seat, in which I arranged my rug and books.