e is following me."
"You are sure?"
"I am sure."
"There, truly, he is coming?"
"He is coming in a fiacre."
"In a fiacre.
He is Rothschild."
The father rose.
"How are you sure?
If he is coming in a fiacre, how is it that you arrive before him?
You gave him our address at least?
Did you tell him that it was the last door at the end of the corridor, on the right? If he only does not make a mistake!
So you found him at the church? Did he read my letter?
What did he say to you?"
"Ta, ta, ta," said the girl, "how you do gallop on, my good man! See here:
I entered the church, he was in his usual place, I made him a reverence, and I handed him the letter; he read it and said to me: `Where do you live, my child?''
I said:
`Monsieur, I will show you.'' He said to me:
`No, give me your address, my daughter has some purchases to make, I will take a carriage and reach your house at the same time that you do.''
I gave him the address.
When I mentioned the house, he seemed surprised and hesitated for an instant, then he said: `Never mind, I will come.''
When the mass was finished, I watched him leave the church with his daughter, and I saw them enter a carriage.
I certainly did tell him the last door in the corridor, on the right."
"And what makes you think that he will come?"