"There's no doubt about it—it was she!"
"Do you know who she is?"
"I think so; but I know so many of 'em, you see!"
"But you'll keep the appointment, won't you, monsieur?"
"Oh! to be sure!"
"So much the better; for it seems as if the lady was broiling to see you.—'If I'd known his address,' she says, 'I'd have written to him; but I don't know where he lives.'"
"That's true, she doesn't know it; and there are very few people who could tell her; I don't talk much about my address."
"Good-night, monsieur! my errand's done, and I'm going home to bed. Don't forget your appointment at the Pâté."
"Never fear."
Bastringuette turned on her heel, and Tobie did the same, saying to himself: