"Yes. On leaving Roborey and returning home, he is to meet us at Vitré at about three o'clock. It's three now."
They had climbed up to a point in the city from which one had a view of a road which wound in and out among meadows and woods.
"There," she said. "His car ought not to be long coming into sight. That's his road."
"You really believe——"
"I really believe that that excellent young fellow will not miss an opportunity of seeing me again," she said, smiling.
Saint-Quentin, always rather jealous and easily upset, sighed:
"All the people you talk to are like that, obliging and full of attention."
They waited several minutes. A car came into sight between two hedges. They went forward and so came close to the caravan round which the three urchins were playing.
Presently the car came up the ascent and emerged from a turning, driven by Raoul Davernoie. Running to meet him and preventing him by a gesture from getting out of the car, Dorothy called out to him:
"Well, what has happened? Arrested?"