"Thanks, ma mie, thanks."
"But what is the object of this visit?"
"It is very simple, madame."
"Still, you must tell me, for I am not clever enough to guess it."
"Well! you will find Fosseuse among the ladies of honor, sleeping in their room; and they, you know, are so curious and indiscreet that one cannot tell to what extremity Fosseuse may be reduced."
"But then she fears something," cried Marguerite, with a burst of anger and hatred; "she wishes to hide herself."
"I do not know; all I do know is, that she wishes to quit the room of the maids of honor."
"If she wishes to hide, let her not count on me. I may shut my eyes to certain things, but I will never be an accomplice," said Marguerite.
Henri seemed not to have heard, but he stood for a minute in a thoughtful attitude, and then said, "Margota cum Turennio. Ah! those were the names, madame—'Margota cum Turennio.'"
Marguerite grew crimson.