“Caw, caw, caw! Let her show cause—cause!”
And all took up the chorus:
“If you had our eyes, Monsieur Mouillard, you would see her looking at your study; if you had our ears, you would hear her sigh; if you had our wings, you would fly to Jeanne.”
No doubt it was this unwonted concert which attracted Madeleine’s attention. We saw her making her way, stiffly and slowly, toward the study, which stood in the corner of the garden.
M. Mouillard’s tall figure appeared on the threshold, filling up the entire doorway.
“In the garden, did you say? Whatever is your idea in showing clients into the garden? Why did you let them in?”
“I didn’t let them in; they came in of themselves.”
“Then the door can’t have been shut. Nothing is shut here. I’ll have them coming in next by the drawing-room chimney. What sort of people are they?”
“There’s a gentleman and a young lady whom I don’t know.”
“A young lady whom you don’t know—a judicial separation, I’ll warrant—it’s indecent, upon my word it is. To think that there are people who come to me about judicial separations and bring their young ladies with them!”