But, to make up, I shall expect you to-morrow at twelve.

I love you." My first thought was: She is deceiving me! A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, for I already loved this woman too much not to be overwhelmed by the suspicion.

And yet, I was bound to expect such a thing almost any day with Marguerite, and it had happened to me often enough with my other mistresses, without my taking much notice of it.

What was the meaning of the hold which this woman had taken upon my life?
Then it occurred to me, since I had the key, to go and see her as usual.
In this way I should soon know the truth, and if I found a man there I would strike him in the face.
Meanwhile I went to the Champs-Elysees.

I waited there four hours.