Desperate, knowing not to whom under such circumstances she may apply, hearing all her comrades calling for help, she gathers up courage and enters Durcet’s apartment; the financier is lying with his daughter, Constance, and Sophie blurts out what has been happening. Our man trembles, has another try: the same disgust, he recoils.
As these gentlemen said no more that might shed light on the thing, we have no way of knowing just what Durcet did mean or what the Duc declared he would never have thought of.
