The master grew impatient:
“Yes, yes, go on!”
“Very well, then! I assure you that Mme. Chambannes is not a woman with whom we can have anything to do, especially not a woman whose hospitality we could possibly accept.... Do you wish me to dot my ?”
“Do so! Do be afraid....”
“We ca go and live with a woman who amuses herself with a lover almost publicly....”
M. Raindal nearly choked. He drew in a deep breath:
“A lover,” he exclaimed, “Who?... And who told you.”
“Nobody! My own eyes told me. I had but to look and see.... Moreover, it seemed to me that her friends were all of the same caliber.... I could not, at any price, associate with such women!”
“Your eyes!” M. Raindal said, following his own idea. “And, according to your eyes, what is the name of the young man in question?”
Thérèse replied: “I have said enough.... I shall not add a single word....”