"Adieu, my dear count.

Are you going already ?" "Yes, I fear I am boring you." "You are not boring me to-day more than any other day.

When shall I be seeing you ?" "When you permit me." "Good-bye, then." It was cruel, you will admit.

Fortunately, the count had excellent manners and was very good-tempered.

He merely kissed Marguerite's hand, which she held out to him carelessly enough, and, bowing to us, went out.
As he crossed the threshold, he cast a glance at Prudence.