Her glance said as much.

At length she continued: "I'm a landowner, you know.

Yes, I'm buying a country house near Orleans, in a part of the world to which you sometimes betake yourself.
Baby told me you did--little Georges Hugon, I mean.

You know him?
So come and see me down there." The count was a shy man, and the thought of his roughness had frightened him; he was ashamed of what he had done and he bowed ceremoniously, promising at the same time to take advantage of her invitation.

Then he walked off as one who dreams.
He was rejoining the prince when, passing in front of the foyer, he heard Satin screaming out: "Oh, the dirty old thing! Just you bloody well leave me alone!" It was the Marquis de Chouard who was tumbling down over Satin.