"Or no, I will not tempt you," she went on quickly, seeing him hesitate.

"I heard you talking to Madame St.Lo in the gallery while I sat within.

And I know how long you were with her." "I met Madame as I returned," he stammered, his face still hot, "and I asked her where you were.

I did not know, Mademoiselle, that I was not to speak to ladies of my acquaintance." "I was alone, and I was waiting." "I could not know that--for certain," he answered, making the best of it.
"You were not where I left you.

I thought, I confess--that you had gone.
That you had gone home." "With whom?
With whom ?" she repeated pitilessly.