"Brigitte—what do you want?" he asked, not offering to let her in. Behind him, on a table, she saw his violin-case—unopened, and her heart gave a glad hope. He had not been working. He had been, she hoped, unable to work.
"May I come in, Victor?" she asked.
Still he did not move. "Why?" he asked uncompromisingly.
"Because I have things to tell you. Don't be afraid. I am not going to make a scene——"
He drew aside, and she went in and closed the door. Papillon sprang at her with delight, and she laughed sadly.
"He is glad to see me," she said; "aren't you, Yellow Dog?"
Joyselle shrugged his shoulders and sitting down on the sofa lit a cigarette. "Well?" he asked after a pause.
Brigit sat down by him and took off her gloves.
"Victor—why have things—been as they have been of late?"
"You know why."