“And your papa, my dear,” said Pierre to Céline, “isn’t he here either?”
“Oh! no, monsieur, he has gone away.”
“What, gone away?”
“Yes, he hasn’t been home to sleep, and we don’t know where he is.”
“Perhaps he’s working.”
“Oh, no! he’d send us some money if he was.”
“Then he’s gone on a journey, perhaps?”
“I don’t know.”
“He wrote to Mamma Théodore, no doubt?”
“I don’t know.”