"Had the friends arrived?"
"No, not as yet. Perhaps Monsieur was the friend for whom she waited?"
Verdayne was hardly prepared for this, and found the situation a trifle awkward to explain.
"No," he said to the fat Madame, he was not the friend whom Mademoiselle had come to meet. He was, however, an acquaintance, and would call later in the day.
Contenting himself with this, he lifted his hat and strolled down the street, followed by the shrewd, smiling eyes of the landlady.
He walked on until he felt sure he was no longer observed; then he walked back again.
On the opposite side of the street to the République, a few doors up, he discovered a café of humble aspect, provided with tables beneath an awning, at which the thirsty could sit and refresh themselves.
At one of these tables Paul took a chair, and at the risk of violent indigestion called for more coffee. He sat and sipped the sweet and chicory-flavoured liquid and turned about in his mind the best means of discovering the reason of Mademoiselle Vseslavitch's visit to Langres.
He debated with himself whether it would not be better to go boldly over to the hotel and made his presence known; but he reflected that such a course might be unwise. Indeed, the very knowledge of his presence might result in her abandoning the business which had called her so suddenly from Lucerne.
As time went on he glanced up and down the street, watching everyone's approach with interest. Towards half-past four his attention was aroused by the appearance of a man whose aspect was out of keeping with the little street.