“Leave us!” repeated M. Favoral with a threatening gesture. “Go, go!”
She went out but only to take refuge by the side of M. de Tregars.
“You hear how they treat me,” she said in a hoarse voice.
He made no answer. All his attention was centred upon the parlor. The Baroness de Thaller and the former cashier were standing opposite each other, like two adversaries about to fight a duel.
“I have just read your letter,” began Vincent Favoral.
Coldly the baroness said, “Ah!”
“It is a joke, I suppose.”
“Not at all.”
“You refuse to go with me?”
“Positively.”