"Our trouble at Condillac concerns Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye." Florimond started forward, with a ready assumption of lover-like solicitude.
"No harm has come to her ?" he cried.

"Tell me that no harm has come to her." "Reassure yourself," answered Marius, with a sneer, a greyness that was of jealous rage overspreading his face.

"No harm has come to her whatever.

The trouble was that I sought to wed her, and she, because she is betrothed to you, would have none of me.

So we brought her to Condillac, hoping always to persuade her.