"That child who lives with Nicole?"
"She's in love with him."
"What! that little ogre?"
"Eh, the ogre has the spark of the woman in her!" He jerked his head toward the lighted window. "Who's with her?"
"Nicole and Geneviève."
"Much good it'll do them."
"Hanh?"
"Good night. I'm going to philosophize! Are you staying?"
"Yes."
Scarcely had Goursac departed before the form of a young girl emerged from the stairs, and Nicole's voice said softly: