“She is charming, my dear Gilbert!”
“The exhilaration is explained.”
“There is not a word to be said against her,” he added hastily.
“That does not depress me,” said I. “But why should she invite me?”
“She doesn’t invite you; she invites me to bring—anybody!”
“Then she is ennuyée, I presume?”
“Who would not be, placed as she is? He is inhuman!”
“M. le mari?”
“You are not so stupid, after all! He forbids her to see a single soul; we must steal our visit, if we go.”
“He is away, then?”
“The kind government has sent him on a special mission of inquiry to Algeria. Three cheers for the government!”
“By all means,” said I. “When are you going to approach the subject of who these people are?”
“You will not trust my discernment?”
“Alas, no! You are too charitable—to one half of humanity.”
“Well, I will tell you. She is a great friend of my sister’s—they were brought up in the same convent; she is also a good comrade of mine.”
“A good comrade?”
“That is just it; for I, you know, suffer hopelessly elsewhere.”
“What, Lady Cynthia still?”
“Still!” echoed Gustave with a tragic air.
