"Why should I go?
I am in no one's way.

I can pay for what I have." She dipped her pen in the ink.
"I know nothing of Monsieur or his business," she said, still without even glancing towards him, "but I know that Monsieur Albert does not wish him to remain." "The devil take Monsieur Albert!" Duncombe answered angrily.

"I am waiting to speak to some one who comes here regularly, and I shall stay until she comes." The woman wrote steadily for a moment.

Then she blotted the page on which she had been writing, and raising her head, looked at him.
"It is no affair of mine," she said, "but Monsieur Albert has sent for the police.

They may say that you have had too much wine, or that you owe money.