"Oh, no! that is to say, provided I'm at home at eleven o'clock."
"Then we have plenty of time before us. By the way, where do you live?"
"Suppose I don't choose to tell you?"
"It shall be exactly as you choose."
"I was joking. I live on Faubourg Saint-Denis, corner of Rue Chabrol."
"The deuce! that's well up in the faubourg! And you go back there alone, at night, when you leave your work?"
"To be sure!"
"And you're not afraid?"
"What should I be afraid of? Besides, I always have body-guards, men who follow me and protect me. But, speaking of that, monsieur, who was that lady who came to see you while we were polking? and who stayed there after I went, and looked at me as if she meant to count my eyelashes?"
"That lady is a friend of mine."