"What if he does? It strikes me that you are growing mighty nice of late. I don't see what Lerouge has to do with you,—and you have pretended——"
"Pretended? Oh, monsieur! I beg——"
"Very well," he interrupted. "We can go out to a restaurant, I suppose, since you don't seem to want to take that trouble for me."
"Oh, monsieur!" she protested, earnestly, "it is not that; I would be glad, only—if it were not Lerouge."
"And why not Lerouge, pray?"
"But, mon ami, would he not tell his sister that——"
"Nonsense!"
"I know——" she hesitated.
"Pouf! Lerouge will not know you. And what if he did recognize the—the——"
"Savatière——"