"Why, don't you know?... Haven't you received anything?... Ah, my poor Monsieur Jean! My poor Monsieur Jean!"
And with eyes filled with tears, she stretched out her arms in the direction of the cemetery.
"Yes! Yes! There is where he is now, with Madame," she said in a dull voice.
CHAPTER III
Toc, toc, toc.
And at the same time a small drawn otter skin bonnet appeared in the slight opening of the door, followed by two smiling eyes under a veil, then a long fur cape which outlined the slender body of a young woman.
"I am not disturbing you?... May I come in?"
Lirat, the painter, raised his head.
"Ah! it's you, Madame!" he said in a curt tone, almost irritated, while shaking his hands soiled with pastel. "Why, yes, certainly.... Come right in!"