"Monsieur has already, without doubt, selected his rooms.

It will give us great pleasure to see him in the cafe this evening." Bartot commenced to talk, but his voice was almost inaudible, it was so thick with passion.
"I come to know what it means! It is not for pleasure that I come to this villainous country! I come to know what the game is! I will be told! Mademoiselle here--she tells me that her uncle has been lost, and now that he is ill.

She will not let me see him!" Louis shrugged his shoulders.
"Alas!" he said.

"That, I know, is quite impossible.

Monsieur Delora was taken ill on the voyage over.