The concierge caught me by the arm, and drew me back. Then he raised himself forward on tip-toe, and whispered, "C'nt le Monsieur Very."
I knew from its position it must have been the little casement which looked upon the corridor. There was another door opposite; I brushed up to this, and was again drawn back by the concierge.
"Who is here?" said I.
"La Mademoiselle Marie," said the concierge, and put his finger on his lip.
"Is she young?" said I, following the concierge down the stairway.
"Oui, monsieur."
"And pretty?"
"Oui, monsieur."
"I have never seen her," said I.
"Ma foi, that is not strange, monsieur."