"I will convince you of it."
"You?"
"I, my dear abbé."
"That would be rather difficult. And how?"
"Give me your evening on the twentieth of November and I will prove that—"
But interrupting himself, the doctor added:
"Come now, my dear abbé, what are you constantly looking at there by the side of that door?"
The holy man, thus taken unawares, blushed to his ears, for he had listened to the doctor with distraction, impatiently turning his eyes toward the door as if he expected a person who had not arrived; but after the first moment of surprise the abbé did not seem disconcerted, and replied:
"What door do you speak of, doctor? I do not know what you mean."
"I mean that you frequently look on this side as if you expected the appearance of some one."