“With Arlette!... Who is thees Arlette?”
“My cook,” he said.
“At your apartment?”
“Yes.”
“I do not know....”
“Bert and Madeleine are coming, too. You said you wanted to know them.”
“Yes.... Yes.... I will know them. And this yo’ng girl, this Madeleine, does your friend love her?”
He spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. “How should I know?”
“He has not told you?... He is your friend and he has not told you?”
“No.”