“Oh, do you care, then—for me?” wept the girl, and hid her face in his breast.
A voice came from inside the house: “Monsieur, Monsieur—ah, come, if you please, tailor!”
The girl drew back quickly, looked up at him for one instant with a triumphant happy daring, then, suddenly covered with confusion, turned, ran to the gate, opened it, passed swiftly out, and was swallowed up in the dusk.
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE CHALLENGE OF PAULETTE DUBOIS
“Monsieur, Monsieur!” came the voice from inside the house, querulously and anxiously. Charley entered the Notary’s bedroom.
“Monsieur,” said the Notary excitedly, “she is here—Paulette is here. My wife is asleep, thank God! but old Sophie has just told me that the woman asks to see me. Ah, Heaven above, what shall I do?”
“Will you leave it to me?”
“Yes, yes, Monsieur.”
“You will do exactly as I say?”