“And the women? Tell me about the women. Let's see. Do you know Suzanne Verner?”
“Yes, very much. But that is over.”
“Ah! And Sophie Astier?”
“Dead.”
“Poor girl. Did you—did you know—”
But he ceased abruptly: And then, in a changed voice, his face suddenly turning pale, he continued:
“No, it is best that I should not speak of that any more, it breaks my heart.”
Then, as if to change the current of his thoughts he rose.
“Would you like to go in?” he said.
“Yes, I think so.”