“At a quarter past eleven,” pursued the lady, “leave the house. Merely cry for the door to be opened, and be sure you fall into no talk with the porter, as that might ruin everything. Go straight to the corner where the Luxembourg Gardens join the Boulevard; there you will find me waiting you. I trust you to follow my advice from point to point: and remember, if you fail me in only one particular, you will bring the sharpest trouble on a woman whose only fault is to have seen and loved you.” 

 “I cannot see the use of all these instructions,” said Silas. 

 “I believe you are already beginning to treat me as a master,” she cried, tapping him with her fan upon the arm. “Patience, patience! that should come in time. A woman loves to be obeyed at first, although afterwards she finds her pleasure in obeying. Do as I ask you, for Heaven’s sake, or I will answer for nothing. Indeed, now I think of it,” she added, with the manner of one who has just seen further into a difficulty, “I find a better plan of keeping importunate visitors away. Tell the porter to admit no one for you, except a person who may come that night to claim a debt; and speak with some feeling, as though you feared the interview, so that he may take your words in earnest.” 

 “I think you may trust me to protect myself against intruders,” he said, not without a little pique. 

 “That is how I should prefer the thing arranged,” she answered coldly. “I know you men; you think nothing of a woman’s reputation.” 

 Silas blushed and somewhat hung his head; for the scheme he had in view had involved a little vain-glorying before his acquaintances. 

 “Above all,” she added, “do not speak to the porter as you come out.” 

 “And why?” said he. “Of all your instructions, that seems to me the least important.” 

 “You at first doubted the wisdom of some of the others, which you now see to be very necessary,” she replied. “Believe me, this also has its uses; in time you will see them; and what am I to think of your affection, if you refuse me such trifles at our first interview?” 

 Silas confounded himself in explanations and apologies; in the middle of these she looked up at the clock and clapped her hands together with a suppressed scream. 

 “Heavens!” she cried, “is it so late? I have not an instant to lose. Alas, we poor women, what 

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