Do you not think so?
Why do you not reply, Clemence?
One can not get a word out of you to-day; is it because you have your neuralgia ?" "I have a trifle of it," said Madame de Bergenheim, in order to give some pretext for her preoccupation.
"Now, then, you ought to come with us for a ride; the fresh air will do you good.

Look how fine the weather is now; we will have a good gallop.
Will you?
I will help you put on your habit, and in five minutes you will be ready.

Listen, I hear them in the yard now.

I am going to tell Christian to have your horse saddled; come." Aline took her sister-in-law by the hand, led her into the next room and opened the window to see what was going on outside, where the cracking of whips and several voices were to be heard.

A servant was walking up and down the yard leading a large horse which he had just brought from the stable; the Baron was holding a smaller one, which bore a lady's saddle, while he carefully examined all the buckles.