What's your camp, you fool ?" At that the man told him, stammeringly, and Peter sighed his relief.
"I know," he said to Louise.

"It's not far.

I'll maybe get a taxi at the corner." She pushed him towards a doorway: "Wait a minute," she said.
"I live here; it's all right.

I will get a fiacre.

I know where to find one." She darted away.