"Hold your tongue!" said Morestal.
A voice cried from the drawing-room:
"Here they come, sir, here they come!"
It was the man-servant; and Mme. Morestal also ran out and said:
"What are you doing here? Whom were you talking to?"
"Nobody."
"Why, I heard you!..."
"No, I assure you...."
"Well, I must have imagined it.... I say you were quite right. It's twelve o'clock and they are here, the two of them."
"Philippe and Marthe?"