"No."
"That's singular."
And, after a minute's silence:
"Where are you going this evening?"
"To Alphonsine's," said Rosanette, this being the third version given by her as to the way in which she was going to pass the evening.
Mademoiselle Vatnaz went on: "And what news about the old man of the mountain?"
But, with an abrupt wink, the Maréchale bade her hold her tongue; and she accompanied Frederick out as far as the anteroom to ascertain from him whether he would soon see Arnoux.
"Pray ask him to come—not before his wife, mind!"
At the top of the stairs an umbrella was placed against the wall near a pair of goloshes.
"Vatnaz's goloshes," said Rosanette. "What a foot, eh? My little friend is rather strongly built!"