"And suppose," said Coster, "that I could find a way to prevent his supping with you?"
"And?"
"Who would sup with you in his place?"
"What a question. The man who kept him away."
"And then you would not be cross?"
"Oh, no!"
"Give me a pledge."
The beautiful courtesan held up her cheek to him, and he pressed a kiss upon it. Just then the bell rang again.
"Ah! this time I warn you that if it is he who has taken it into his stupid head to return, I shall go away," said Coster de Saint-Victor.