She was saying to herself: "This fair-haired Polish dandy does not know with whom he has to deal.
He will see what sort of a woman I am.

He has not risen early enough in the morning to hoodwink me.

If Pierre is only of the same opinion as I, we shall soon spoil this fortune-hunter's work." The carriage stopped.
"Monsieur Pierre Delarue ?" inquired the mistress.
"Madame, he went out a quarter of an hour ago." "To go where ?" "He did not say." "Do you know whether he will be absent long ?" "I don't know." "Much obliged." Madame Desvarennes, quite discomfited by this mischance, reflected.
Where could Pierre have gone?
Probably to her house.

Without losing a minute, she reentered the carriage, and gave orders to return to the Rue Saint-Dominique.

If he had gone at once to her house, it was plain that he was ready to do anything to keep Micheline.