As I approached, Gayerson bowed to the ladies and took his departure.
"My dance, Mademoiselle," I said, "if you have been so kind as to remember it." "Yes," answered Lucille, coldly as it seemed, "but I am tired, and we are going home." I looked towards Madame, and saw something in her face, I knew not what.
"Your arm, mon ami," she said, lifting her hand; "we had better go home.".