The poor fellow, trusting me as he trusts himself, or more, was only too glad to have me come to him, even in that sacred place.

Now, the thing was to get him away.

But I'd made up my mind what to do.

In another office, upstairs, was a friend of Raoul's--the one who introduced us to each other, and I'd made up a message for him, which I begged Raoul to take, and bring his friend to speak to me.

He went, and I believed I might count on five minutes to myself.