They passed through the narrow street on the north side of the square. They walked silently. She said nothing. It seemed that she was very sad that he was going away.
They came to the little lane that led to her house. Guelvada stumbled, fell, saved himself with his hands.
He said: "Damnation! Now I am dirty. I dislike your Saint Lys dirt."
She laughed. "Never mind, my cabbage," she said. "I have some perfumed soap that is very nice. You shall use it. On the way home you can sniff at your hands and remember Ernestine."
He smiled at her sideways. "I hope I shall have something better to remember you by," he said ardently.
They came to her house. She opened the door, led the way in. Guelvada closed the door behind him as she switched on the light.
He said: "Damn!" He stood in the narro
