'Well!' he said in an impatient voice, smothered as it was, 'that job's all smoke.'
'Who was it?'
'That infernal meddler, of course.'
'Rollo?'
'Who else would have dared?'
'How did he get in?'
'That you ought to know better than I. It was no fault of mine.'
'Rollo!' said Mme. Lasalle. 'And I thought I had cleverly kept him out. The tickets were not transferable. Did she let him in?'
'Not she. No doing of hers, nor liking, I promise you. I think he has settled his own business, by the way. But we can't try this on a second time, Aunt Victorine. Confound him!'