"Or else what?"
"That he hasn't come in.... Only, I say that as I might say anything that came into my head...."
"Not come in!" exclaimed Mme. Morestal.
She reflected for a second, then turned on her heels, ran up the stairs with surprising agility, crossed a passage and entered her husband's bedroom.
She uttered a cry and called:
"Marthe!... Marthe!..."
But the young woman, who had followed her, was already on her way to the second floor, with Suzanne.
Philippe's room was at the back. She opened the door quickly and stood on the threshold, speechless.
Philippe was not there; and the bed had not even been undone.