So what I have--been told is true: you have given your love to him." She could not check a startled movement.
"You see it is only when I speak of him that I can overcome in you the insensibility which is killing me.

My suspicions were true after all: you deceived me for his sake.

Oh! the instinctive feeling of jealousy was right which forced me to quarrel with that man, to reject the perfidious friendship which he tried to force upon me.

He has returned to town, and we shall meet! But why do I say 'returned'?
Perhaps he only pretended to go away, and safe in this retreat has flouted with impunity, my despair and braved my vengeance!" Up to this the lady had played a waiting game, but now she grew quite confused, trying to discover the thread of the treasurer's thoughts.

To whom did he refer?
The Duc de Vitry?
That had been her first impression.
But the duke had only been acquainted with her for a few months--since she had--left Court.