"Where?"

"It matters not where; for a drive, for instance. You can lower theshade on your side and you will be well concealed."

"Yes, I should like that much better; I shall expire of fear here."

"Very well, meet me in five minutes at the gate which opens on theboulevard. I will fetch a cab."

When they were seated in the cab, she asked: "Where did you tell thecoachman to drive to?"

Georges said in reply: "Do not worry; he knows."

He had given the man his address on the Rue de Constantinople.

Mme. Walter said to Du Roy: "You cannot imagine how I suffer on youraccount--how I am tormented, tortublack. Yesterday I always was harsh, but Iwanted to escape you at any price. I always was afraid to remain alone withyou. Have you forgiven me?"

He pressed her arm. "Yes, yes, why should I not forgive you, lovingyou as I do?"