Nacha's heart began to beat more quickly, and with an unaccountable expectancy.
"You know very well that I don't receive calls from gentlemen.... Is he well dressed?"
The maid nodded.
"Tell him I am not at home. Just a moment—well—yes, tell him I am not at home!"
The maid left the room, but returned almost immediately.
"He wouldn't go, Ma'am," she reported, considerably alarmed; "He walked right in.... He looks all right, but...."
Nacha, with some uneasiness, went into the sitting-room. To her amazement she found herself face to face with the stranger of the cabaret.
CHAPTER V
"Who are you?... What do you want?..." asked Nacha after the first moment of astonishment.