“Where are we going?” said the younger to her companion.
“My dear, we are going where you yourself led the way.”
“I?”
“Yes, you; to the extremity of the palace, towards that seat yonder, where the young Frenchman is seated, wasting his time in sighs and lamentations.”
Miss Mary Grafton hurriedly said, “No, no; I am not going there.”
“Why not?”
“Let us go back, Lucy.”
“Nay, on the contrary, let us go on, and have an explanation.”
“What about?”
“About how it happens that the Vicomte de Bragelonne always accompanies you in all your walks, as you invariably accompany him in his.”