“And I will make you as happy as you ought to be.”
“Alas! madame, my only happiness now is to be unhappy.”
“I am very determined.”
“And I also.”
“Well, will you accompany us?”
“Where are you going?”
“To the château of Méridor.”
The blood mounted to the cheeks of Bussy, and then he grew so pale, that his secret would certainly have been betrayed, had not Jeanne been looking at her husband with a smile. Bussy therefore had time to recover himself, and said,—
“Where is that?”
“It is the property of one of my best friends.”