"What is it?"
"Nothing," said Suzanne. "We're coming."
Philippe tried to pass. She pushed him back violently and with such a look of her eyes that he yielded at once.
They watched each other for a few seconds, like two enemies. Philippe fumed:
"Well? What does all this mean? Do you propose to keep me here indefinitely?..."
She came nearer to him and, in a voice that shook with restraint and implacable energy:
"I shall expect you this evening.... It's quite easy.... You can get out.... I shall be outside my door at eleven."
He was petrified:
"You are mad!..."
"No.... But I want to see you ... to speak to you ... I must ... I am suffering more than I can bear.... It's enough to kill me."