"Ah, is that you?" said Mme. Ernemont, opening the door. "So you have left Geneviève in Paris?"
"For me to do that, Geneviève would have to be in Paris," he replied.
"So she has been, seeing that you sent for her."
"What's that?" he exclaimed catching hold of her arm.
"Why, you know better than I!"
"I know nothing. . . . I know nothing. . . . Speak! . . ."
"Didn't you write to Geneviève to meet you at the Gare Saint-Lazare?"
"And did she go?"
"Why, of course. . . . You were to lunch together at the Hôtel Ritz."
"The letter. . . . Show me the letter."