“Then Daubrecq will come back?...”
“Yes, but we have time.... Listen to me.... We must meet again.... He is your enemy.... I will save you from him....”
“Why should you? What is your object?”
“Do not distrust me . . . it is quite certain that our interests are identical.... Where can I see you? To-morrow, surely? At what time? And where?”
“Well....”
She looked at him with obvious hesitation, not knowing what to do, on the point of speaking and yet full of uneasiness and doubt.
He pressed her:
“Oh, I entreat you . . . answer me just one word . . . and at once.... It would be a pity for him to find me here.... I entreat you....”
She answered sharply:
“My name doesn’t matter.... We will see each other first and you shall explain to me.... Yes, we will meet.... Listen, to-morrow, at three o’clock, at the corner of the Boulevard....”