I am overwrought.

And my--my feet are cold,' she added, suddenly and irrelevantly.

'Will you take me home ?' 'Ah, Mademoiselle,' I cried remorsefully, 'I have been a beast! You are barefoot, and I have kept you here.' 'It is nothing,' she said in a voice which thrilled me.

'My heart is warm, Monsieur--thanks to you.

It is many hours since it has been as warm.' She stepped out of the shadow as she spoke--and there, the thing was done.