"I cannot tell you."
"When will she marry him now?"
"Oh, surely, you understand?"
"I understand one thing: he's going to marry her."
"A child would know that it's impossible!"
"Then I am wiser than a child. Will you let me have his address—to-morrow, say?"
"I am leaving Paris to-morrow."
"Then one of my clerks will get it. Shall we meet at Corfu?"
"I don't know," she said. "I came to tell you that I never wished to see you again."