"But what shall I say?"
"Anything else. And now go, I must make my toilet."
"Carmen, I have one more favor to ask of you."
"Well?"
"I must leave the house about twelve o'clock for one or more hours—"
"He lies," thought Carmen to herself.
"To do this," continued Larsagny, "I must pretend some sudden sickness. You will have me brought to my room, and then—"
"Since when are the bankers and the money-brokers at night in their offices?" asked Carmen.
"But—"
"Do you mean to tell me that you have business on the Bourse at midnight?"