"Ah, it is you, M. de Ravil; excuse me."
He made a movement as if about to walk on, but De Ravil checked him by saying:
"M. de Macreuse, I feel sure that we are likely to understand and be of service to each other."
"In what way, monsieur?"
"We hate the same man, that is something."
"Whom?"
"M. de Maillefort."
"So you, too, hate him?"
"With a deadly hatred."
"Well, what of it, monsieur?"