He fell ill.
Nanteuil, who thought I loved him and wanted to keep him, did all in her power to get him away from me.

She flung herself at his head in the craziest fashion, I found her sometimes a trifle ridiculous, but, as you may imagine, I did not place any obstacle in her path.

For his part, Monsieur de Ligny, with the object of inspiring me with regret, with vexation, or what not, perhaps in the hope of making me jealous, responded very visibly to Nanteuil's advances.

And that is how they came to be together.

I was delighted.