“Think well. Does no one occur to you?”
“No, no one,” said Quennebert, with the utmost innocence.
“Have you no friends?”
“One or two.”
“Would they not be glad to help you?”
“They might. But I have mentioned the matter to no one.”
“To no one?”
“Except you.”
“Well?”
“Well, Madame Rapally—I hope I don’t understand you; it’s not possible; you would not humiliate me. Come, come, it’s a riddle, and I am too stupid to solve it. I give it up. Don’t tantalise me any longer; tell me the name.”