"The Avenue Kleber," he supplied, unsuspecting.
"Of course, the Avenue Kleber. Where is that card? I've forgotten the number, too. Do you remember it, dear?"
Poor child, she tried so hard to speak naturally, but her emotion betrayed her. Indeed, it seemed to Alice, in that moment of suspense, that her lover must hear the loud beating of her heart.
"Ah, I see," he cried, eying her steadily, "she did not give you her address and you are trying to get it from me. Do you even know her name?"
"No," confessed Alice shamefacedly. "Forgive me, I—I wanted to help you."
"By making me do a dishonorable thing?"
"Don't look at me like that. I wouldn't have you do a dishonorable thing; but——"
"Who told you to ask me these questions?"
"M. Coquenil."
"What, the detective?"