‘I will find her something else,’ he told himself.
Then because they had now walked quite a distance up the avenue he suggested,
“I think we should go back.”
‘He is taking me home,’ Linetta thought, ‘and then perhaps I will never see him again.’
To delay the time she stepped off the pavement and onto the grass at the side of it.
The trunks of the chestnut trees stood like sentinels and it was very quiet beneath their branches now that the birds had gone to sleep.
She walked forward and the Marquis followed her.
“We might be in the country,” she exclaimed. “How clever to have so many trees in the very centre of Paris.”
“It was well planned,” the Marquis replied rather absent-mindedly, as if he was thinking of something else.
Linetta moved on and then she stopped and looked back.
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