So he was not to be spared one humiliation, not even the patronizing familiarity of this lackey! But it could not be helped now.

Regardless of his opposition, Auguste took the portmanteau out of his hand, and asked with eager civility where he should carry it.
"Only to a fiacre," Wilhelm answered.
They went out together into the Boulevard Pereire, and as they walked along beside the deep cutting of the circle railway, Auguste inquired: "Monsieur is leaving Paris, no doubt ?" Wilhelm made no reply.
"Has Monsieur le Docteur left any address ?" he continued urgently.
"No," answered Wilhelm.
"But it would be better if he did so, in case any letters might come.
And it will surely interest monsieur to know how things go on in the house.

Monsieur need only confide it to me.

I would not tell it to a single soul, not even if le bon Dieu himself came down with all his saints." Wilhelm was weak enough to form a fresh link between himself and Pilar, when he had just severed the old one.

He wrote Schrotter's address on a leaf of his pocketbook and gave it to Auguste, saying: "Anything will reach me safely under that address." They reached the cab stand in the Avenue de Villiers; Wilhelm got into one, took the portmanteau inside, and pressed a sovereign into Auguste's hand, who thanked him and asked where the cabman was to drive to.
"First of all, just along the avenue," answered Wilhelm.
Auguste grinned as he repeated this order to the driver, and was just closing the door, when there was a yelp of pain.
"Infamous beast!" cried Auguste, and gave Fido, who had followed them unperceived, a kick.