“I peeped through the keyhole, and saw him drag a trunk along the floor.”
“A trunk?”
“Then he undressed himself, and—”
“Undressed himself!”
“Then, for a few seconds, I could not see him, and directly he appeared again, in a sort of gray blouse, and a cap on his Lead.”
“A blouse! What in the world does he want with a blouse? What next?”
“I came away, then, madame, and made haste to tell you; but he is there still.”
“Well, now run to the corner and get me a cab, and direct the coachman to the house where you have been.”
While the messenger went for the cab, Nathalie hurried on her hat and cloak, and ran into her uncle’s room.
“I have found him out—he loves another. He’s at her house now, in a gray blouse. But I will go and confront him, and then you will see me no more.”