The porter asked me where I was going.
"To Mlle.

Gautier's," I said.
"She has not come in." "I will go up and wait for her." "There is no one there." Evidently I could get in, since I had the key, but, fearing foolish scandal, I went away.

Only I did not return home; I could not leave the street, and I never took my eyes off Marguerite's house.

It seemed to me that there was still something to be found out, or at least that my suspicions were about to be confirmed.
About midnight a carriage that I knew well stopped before No.9.

The Comte de G.got down and entered the house, after sending away the carriage.