"No," she rejoined, "she was unable.

She had something to try on at her dressmaker's.

We stopped too long at the Exposition du Lis, and she requested us to set her down at Salmon's door on our way here." It was Camille herself who had skilfully prolonged the visit to the art show, still hoping to prevent her mother from meeting Gerard.

And her rage arose from the ease with which her mother had got rid of her, thanks to that falsehood of having something to try on.
"But," ingenuously said Pierre, "if I went at once to this person Salmon, I might perhaps be able to send up my card." Camille gave a shrill laugh, so funny did the idea appear to her.

Then she retorted: "Oh! who knows if you would still find her there?
She had another pressing appointment, and is no doubt already keeping it!" "Well, then, I will wait for her here.