If so, believe me, she has changed her mind.

Monsieur will see when he calls for her." I passed on thoughtfully.

There was something about this which I scarcely understood.

It seemed almost as though Louis had but to direct, and every one obeyed.

Was I, too, becoming one of his myrmidons?
Was I, too, to dine at his cafe because he had spoken the word?
I made my way to number 157 precisely at half-past seven.