Isabelle is stopping here.

I wish to see her.

Is she at home?
Do not send to announce my visit; only let me have a servant to show me the way to her room." "My lord, let me have the glory of conducting your lordship myself--such an honour is too great for a rascally servant--I myself am not worthy of so distinguished a privilege." "As you please," said Vallombreuse, with haughty negligence, "only be quick about it.

There are people at every window already, staring down at me as if I were the Grand Turk in person." He followed his guide, who, with many bows and apologies, preceded him upstairs, and down a long, narrow corridor with doors on either side, like a convent, until they reached Isabelle's room, where the landlord paused, and, bowing lower than ever, asked what name he should have the honour of announcing.
"You can go, now," the duke replied, laying his hand on the door; "I will announce myself." Isabelle was sitting by the window, diligently studying her part in a new play to be shortly put in rehearsal, and, at the moment the Duke of Vallombreuse softly entered her chamber, was repeating, in a low voice and with closed eyes, the verses she was learning by heart--just as a child does its lessons.

The light from the window shone full upon her beautiful head and face--seen in profile--and her lovely figure, thrown back in a negligent attitude full of grace and abandon.