"Do you know Duclos?"
"Yes, I do know him."
She still hesitated; then in a very gentle tone:
"Good! That's good!"
"What do you want with him?"
"Listen!—you will tell him—nothing!"
He stared at her, more and more perplexed. At last, he put this question to her:
"Do you know him, too, yourself?"
"No," said she.
"Then what do you want with him?"