What more can I tell you ?" "I don't see anyone getting out of it." "The driver is perhaps waiting for a fare." "What, in front of a vacant lot!" "Probably, my dear.

This lock has got rusty." She crept along, hiding herself behind the trees, toward the spot where the cab had stopped, and then returned to Ligny, who had succeeded in unlocking the gate.
"Robert, the blinds of the cab are down." "Well, then, there's a loving couple inside." "Don't you think there's something queer about that cab ?" "It is not a thing of beauty, but all cabs are ugly.

Come in." "Isn't somebody following us ?" "Whom do you expect to follow us ?" "I don't know.

One of your women friends." But she was not saying what was in her thoughts.
"Do come in, my darling." When she had entered the garden she said: "Be sure to close the gate properly, Robert." Before them stretched a small oval grass-plot.
Behind it stood the house, with its flight of three steps, sheltered by a zinc portico, its six windows, and its slate roof.
Ligny had rented it for a year from an old merchant's clerk, who had wearied of it because nocturnal prowlers used to steal his fowls and rabbits.

On either side of the grass-plot a gravel path led to the steps.