“Oh, mon Dieu! a quarter to twelve,” they cried, in terror.
“See, all the doors are shut,” said Andrée.
“Oh, that is nothing; for, if they were open, we would not go in here. Let us go round by the reservoirs.” And they turned to the right, where there was a private entrance.
When they arrived there, “The door is shut, Andrée,” said the elder lady, rather uneasily.
“Let us knock, madame.”
“No, we will call; Laurent must be waiting for me, for I told him perhaps I should return late.”
“I will call,” said Andrée, approaching the door.
“Who is there?” said a voice from inside.
“Oh, it is not Laurent!” said she, terrified.
“Is it not?” and the other lady advanced, and called softly, “Laurent.”