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I must show it to you . '' Taking her hand he laid it on his arm with a gentle little pat and led her proudly downstairs . Opposite No. 6 Rue Victor Hugo is a long black wall , and in the middle of this wall an old-fashioned gas lantern was glowing red when Joyselle and Brigit arrived . The moon had risen , and mingling with the red of the gas made that part of the narrow street almost as light as if it had been high noon . `` There is the house , ma Brigitte , '' murmured Joyselle , pressing her hand close to his side . When she had left the inn arm-in-arm with him , she had felt as though they must look perilously like a German bride and groom , but there was in his old-fashioned bearing as he guided her through the streets a kind of chivalrous courtesy that she liked , and she began to feel like a princess being presented to his people by her lord . `` There is their house .