"Sacré——" he began.
"Sh——," she silenced. "Allons. I did not come to interfere with your games, but if Madame Thibaud will permit us——" and she smiled with diabolical irony at de Vautrin's companion—"I would like to have a word with you at once."
"I will not listen to you—or him." He scowled at Jim. "I know what it's all about. I don't wish to see you."
"Are you mad?"
"No."
"Then what do you mean by this? I've come to save you from a great financial disaster——"
"You——?" he sputtered. "What are you doing here, with this man? It is infamous. I want no more of you. Go."
"No, Olivier. I stay," she said quietly. "You will kindly compose yourself and tell me who has been sending you lying telegrams."
"A—a friend in Paris."
"Ah! What did he say?"