CHAPTER III.
Camille at home.—Her little game.—My greenness.—The
house in O.. d. n street.—The glove shop.—Louise fatigues
me.—Fred on the scent.—A cigar shop.—Three into one.—A
clap.—Serious reflexions.—The sisters disappear.
A day or two recruited me, I wrote to Camille who met me in the street, she had sent the girl to the theatre with a friend, so I went indoors with her. "Have you done it to her?" was the first question, as if she did not know, I told her all. She questioned me with strong interest. I gave her the fifty pounds. Then she asked me if Louise had told me where she came from, and other questions, which I saw were put to see, if Louise had told about their relationship. As we talked I looked at her, comparing her with Louise, and saw the likeness stronger than ever. "W
