Oh, St.Gris! I understand; you are speaking of the fair-haired chit that was with her." He eyed me in amazement.
"'T is you whose thoughts are wandering to that lanky, nose-in-the-air Madame who accompanied her." I began a laugh that I broke off suddenly as I realised that it was not Yvonne after all who had imprisoned his wits.

The Cardinal's plans were, indeed, likely to miscarry if he persisted thus.
"But 't was the nose-in-the-air Madame, as you call her, with whom you spoke!" "Aye, but it was the golden-haired lady that held my gaze.

Pshaw! Who would mention them in a breath ?" "Who, indeed ?" said I, but with a different meaning.
Thereafter, seeing him listless, I suggested a turn in the village to stretch our limbs before dining.

But he would have none of it, and when I pressed the point with sound reasoning touching the benefits which health may cull from exercise, he grew petulant as a wayward child.
She might descend whilst he was absent.

Indeed, she might require some slight service that lay, perchance, in his power to render her.