"Ah, it's you, mademoiselle!" he said.
She did not reply, astonished that he should deign to stop. He, smiling, concealed his constraint beneath an air of amiable protection. "You are still in Paris?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir," said she at last.
She was slowly drawing back, desirous of making a bow and continuing her walk. But he abruptly turned and followed her under the dark shadows of the chestnut-trees. The air was getting cooler, some children were laughing in the distance, while trundling their hoops.
"This is your brother, is it not?" he resumed, looking at Pépé.
The little boy, frightened by the unusual presence of a gentleman, was walking gravely by his sister's side, holding her tightly by the hand.
"Yes, sir," she replied once more; and as she did so she blushed, thinking of
