He looked at her with a somewhat disappointed expression.
“Eh! I am not going, mon amie.... Since you are willing, I shall be happy to stay.”
He glanced to the left, then to the right, and seized Zoz hand, bending over her.
“I, too, have some great news now!” the young woman declared, suppressing a gesture of enervation while M. Raindal completed a heavy kiss. “First of all, I have a telegram from George. He is coming back on September 1st, Monday ... in three days!”
“Ah!” M. Raindal said carelessly. “Good! How is he!”
“Very well! You may read his telegram.... And then....”
“And then?” the master repeated, oppressed with anxiety.
“Then? Well, I have received a letter from the Messrs. de Meuze who inform me that they are coming to spend a week at Les Frettes.”
M. Rainda lips twisted. He attempted an emphatic objection:
“But you assured me....”