“What a lie! my wife never gets up before nine o’clock.”
“So you think, my dear man! You imagine that she’s asleep.—What if I should tell you that she is over there now?”
“Now?”
“Yes; I saw her go in half an hour before I met you. Stay at the window; you will see a cab come that they will have sent for; madame will get in, and the gentleman will go away five minutes later. I know the whole programme.”
“What sort of looking man is he?”
“A young man, tall and dark. He’s very good-looking indeed; I must do your wife that justice.”
I took my hat and strode toward the door. Lucile ran in front of me.
“Where are you going?”
“To make sure that it’s they.”
“You are going to make a row! Can you think of such a thing?”