"Speak," she said at last, after seeming to hesitate, halting on the edge of the pavement.
"Oh, not here; surely you will accept a glass?"
The young woman made up her mind:
"Very well, if you like."
The couple directed their steps toward a neighbouring "brasserie," and neither the young man nor Josephine dreamed of noticing that a passer-by entered the place in their wake.
Fandor did not take a seat at one of the little tables outside, but made for the interior, cleverly finding means to watch the two in a glass.
"Is this the person Josephine was to meet?" he wondered. "Can he be a messenger of Loupart's? Yet she did not seem to know him. Hullo!"
Just as the waiter was bringing two glasses of wine to the table where Josephine and her partner had seated themselves, the young woman suddenly arose, and, without taking leave, made for the door.
Fandor managed to pass close to the deserted man. He heard the waiter jokingly say:
"Not very kind, the little lady, eh?"