Do you know him ?" "No.

And this one ?" I inquired, pointing to the other miniature.
"That is the little Vicomte de L.He was obliged to disappear." "Why ?" "Because he was all but ruined.

That's one, if you like, who loved Marguerite." "And she loved him, too, no doubt ?" "She is such a queer girl, one never knows.

The night he went away she went to the theatre as usual, and yet she had cried when he said good-bye to her." Just then Nanine appeared, to tell us that supper was served.
When we entered the dining-room, Marguerite was leaning against the wall, and Gaston, holding her hands, was speaking to her in a low voice.
"You are mad," replied Marguerite.

"You know quite well that I don't want you.