"Valentine," she called.
"Yes," answered a voice.
"Ah, you are there. I may need you in a minute."
"Bien!"
Then, returning, she said quietly: "Valentine is a friend of mine. She sells postal cards up here. Unless you tell me the truth, I shall ask her to go down and call the sacristan. Now then, who are you?"
"Don't ask who I am," pleaded the lady.
"I ask what I want to know."
"Anything but that!"
"Then you are not Madam Marius?"
"No."