Suddenly she heard the key turn in the lock.
"Why, Scævola has returned," said she; "surely Maurice could not have met him."
And she continued her occupation.
The doors of the salon were open, and she heard Scævola moving in the antechamber. She held a roll of music in her hand, and was looking for some string to tie round it.
"Scævola!" cried she.
An approaching step sounded in the adjoining room.
"Scævola!" repeated Geneviève, "do come here, please!"
"I am here," said a voice.
At the sound of this voice Geneviève turned quickly round, and uttered a terrified cry.