unluckily forgot to pay me my salary.

I asked Mademoiselle Jahel if I should not have the pleasure of
seeing her again.

"You will," she replied.

And we agreed that she should ascend at night-time to my room
whenever she could escape from the lodge, where she was pretty
nearly a prisoner.

"Take care to remember," I told her, "that my room is the fourth on
the right of the corridor and Abbe Coignard's the fifth. The others
give access to the lofts, where two or three scullions lodge, and
hundreds of rats."

She assured me that she would be very careful not to make a mistake,
and would scratch on my door and not on any other.

"Besides," she continued, "your Abbe Coignard seems to be a very
good man, and I am pretty sure that we have in no way to be afraid
of him. I looked at him, through a peephole, on the day he came with
you to visit my uncle! I thought him amiable, though I could not
hear what he said. Principally his nose I thought to be really
ingenious and capable. A man with such a nose ought to be full of
expedients and I very much wish to become acquainted with him. One
can but better one's mind by having intercourse with people of high
spirit. I am only sorry that my uncle was not pleased with his words
and scoffing humour. Mosaide hates him, and of his capacity for hate
no Christian can form an idea."