"What, in front of a vacant lot!"
"Probably, my dear. This lock has got rusty."
She crept along, hiding herself behind the trees, toward the spot where the cab had stopped, and then returned to Ligny, who had succeeded in unlocking the gate.
"Robert, the blinds of the cab are down."
"Well, then, there's a loving couple inside."
"Don't you think there's something queer about that cab?"
"It is not a thing of beauty, but all cabs are ugly. Come in."
"Isn't somebody following us?"
"Whom do you expect to follow us?"