I'm not going to prison," said Lupin, in a low voice.

"Wait in the hall, if you can.

Stop and talk to Victoire; condole with her.

If they turn you out of the house, wait close to the front door." "Come, mademoiselle," said Guerchard.

"You must go." "Go, Sonia, go--good-bye--good-bye," said Lupin; and he kissed her.
She went quietly out of the room, her handkerchief to her eyes.
Guerchard held open the door for her, and kept it open, with his hand still on the handle; he said to Lupin: "Come along." Lupin yawned, stretched himself, and said coolly, "My dear Guerchard, what I want after the last two nights is rest--rest." He walked quickly across the room and stretched himself comfortably at full length on the couch.
"Come, get up," said Guerchard roughly.