"I'll come up with you, Claudie. Are you going on the stage, Monsieur Gillier?"
"No, madame, not yet. I must speak to Mademoiselle Mardon about the Ouled Naïl scene."
People were hurrying in, looking preoccupied. In a small abode on the left, a little way from the outer door, an elderly man in uniform, with a square gray beard, sat staring out through a small window, with a cautious and important air.
Charmian and Claude stepped into the lift, holding their letters. As they shot up they both glanced hastily at the addresses.
"Nothing from Adelaide Shiffney!" said Charmian. "Have you got anything?"
"No."
"Then she can't be coming."
"It seems not."
"I—then we shan't have the verdict in advance."
The lift stopped, and they got out.