"Come, come, M. Murphy, you are jesting with me."
"But why the devil did you not come back again to the Allée des Veuves after that fatal night? Then monseigneur would not have left without thinking of you."
"Why, M. Rodolph did not tell me to do so, and I thought that perhaps he had no further occasion for me."
"But you might have supposed that he would, at least, desire to express his gratitude to you."
"Did you not tell me that M. Rodolph has not forgotten me, M. Murphy?"
"Well, well, don't let us say another word about it; only I have had a great deal of trouble to find you out. You do not now go to the ogress's?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Oh, from some foolish notions I have had."
"Very well. But to return to what you were telling me—"