"You know all, then?" Madame Cormier cried.
Phillis put her arms about her, and drew her into the dining-room, where she made her sit down.
"Becalm," she said. "They will not keep him."
"You know some way?"
"We will find a way. I promise you that they will not keep him."
"You are sure?"
"I promise you."
"You give me life. But how did you know?"
"He wrote to me. The concierge gave me his letter, which had just come."
"What does he say?"