Ah, how I
wish he would come!" she added, all her anxieties suddenly
revived.
"Do you always sit up for him when he is so late?" said
Graham. "Surely it would be wiser for you to go to bed."
"That is just what I said to Mademoiselle an hour ago," said a
kind, cheery voice behind them, belonging to Madame Lavaux,
the mistress of the hotel. "Of what use, I say, is it for her
to sit up waiting for her papa, who will not come any the
sooner for that."
"Ah! Madame, I must wait," said Madelon. "Papa will come
soon."
"But, _ma chere petite_--" began Madame.
"I must wait," repeated Madelon, piteously; "I always sit up
for him."
Graham thought he could not do better than leave her in the
hands of the landlady, and with a friendly good-night, and a
promise to come and see her the next day, he went back to his
own room. In a few minutes, he heard Madame pass along the
corridor and go upstairs to bed; but, though tired enough
himself after a day of Paris sight-seeing, he could not make
up his mind to do the same, when, on opening his door, he saw
Madelon standing where he had left her.
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