"That's the beginning of a confession, you know.

I suspected that you must be behind your husband.

Pierre is too stupid to invent the pretty treason you are hatching.

I sincerely hope the Bonapartists will give you what I should have asked for you from the Bourbons." This single sentence confirmed the suspicions which the old woman had entertained for some time past.
"Prince Louis has every chance, hasn't he ?" she eagerly inquired.
"Will you betray me if I tell you that I believe so ?" the marquis laughingly replied.

"I've donned my mourning over it, little one.