"I assure you I haven't seen him."
"Chaudoreille?"
"No, nor him either."
The barber asked for what he needed and then made a sign to Marguerite to retire.
"Is monsieur going to stay up late?" asked she.
"What does that matter to you?" asked Touquet looking sternly at her, "I've already told you that I hate curious people as well as gossips."
"That's true. I'm going to bed, monsieur."
The old woman regained her room, closed the door carefully, and then went to release Julia, who had remained without a light in the little closet.
"Come, madame," said she, "come, you needn't stay in there now."
"A moment," said Julia, taking the lamp from Marguerite's hand, "I should like to examine this place."