“As you see, madame.”
“Monsieur Bertrand must have forgotten himself somewhere. Perhaps something has happened to him.”
“I trust not.”
“That would be a great pity! such a fine fellow, and so fond of you!”
Léonie heaved a profound sigh and said nothing more. Auguste leaned over the rail to see if Tony were coming up. Léonie, finding that Auguste said nothing more, decided to reopen the conversation.
“Perhaps you would like to sit in my room, monsieur, until you can get in? I should think that you would be more comfortable than on this landing.”
“I thank you, madame, but I do not wish to disturb you or to interfere with your sleep.”
“It won’t disturb me, monsieur. As for my sleep, for several days I haven’t slept at all.”
“Is it because you have lost your poodle again, madame?”
“How unkind! How you make fun of my grief!”