"Whom?"
"Baron Altenheim. . . . But that's not his name . . . or, at least, he has another. . . . I recognized him . . . he does not know it."
She dragged him out of doors and walked on in great excitement.
"Calm yourself, Geneviève. . . ."
"He's the man who tried to carry me off. . . . But for that poor M. Lenormand, I should have been done for. . . . Come, you must know, for you know everything. . . ."
"Then his real name is . . ."
"Ribeira."
"Are you sure?"
"It was no use his changing his appearance, his accent, his manner: I knew him at once, by the horror with which he inspires me. But I said nothing . . . until you returned."
"You said nothing to Mrs. Kesselbach either?"