His chum would simply go wandering through the streets in search of news.
Marguerite was silent, as though yielding on seeing her pretexts exhausted.

Desnoyers was silent, too, construing her stillness as assent.

They had left the garden and she was looking around uneasily, terrified to find herself in the open street beside her lover, and seeking a hiding-place.

Suddenly she saw before her the little red door of an automobile, opened by the hand of her adorer.
"Get in," ordered Julio.
And she climbed in hastily, anxious to hide herself as soon as possible.
The vehicle started at great speed.

Marguerite immediately pulled down the shade of the window on her side, but, before she had finished and could turn her head, she felt a hungry mouth kissing the nape of her neck.
"No, not here," she said in a pleading tone.