He contented himself, therefore, with opening the window to let in a little fresh air, and, after having sprinkled a few drops of water on the girl's face, saw her open her eyes and by degrees come to herself.

When, at the end of five minutes' time, she had wholly recovered consciousness, Francine explained the motive that had brought her into the artist's room, and made many excuses for what had happened.
"Now, then, I am recovered," said she.

"I can go into my own room." He had already opened the door, when she perceived that she was not only forgetting to light her candle, but that she had not the key of her room.
"Silly thing that I am," said she, putting her candle to the flame of the resin taper, "I came in here to get a light, and I was going away without one." But at the same moment the draft caused by the door and window, both of which had remained open, suddenly blew out the taper, and the two young folk were left in darkness.
"One would think that it was done on purpose," said Francine.

"Forgive me sir, for all the trouble I am giving you, and be good enough to strike a light so that I may find my key." "Certainly mademoiselle," answered Jacques, feeling for the matches.
He had soon found them.

But a singular idea flashed across his mind, and he put the matches in his pocket saying, "Dear me, mademoiselle, here is another trouble.