"Your adieux, comte; you are going?"
"To France, madame."
"And you leave us?"
"I am forced to do so; my duty is to obey the prince."
"The prince; is there a prince here?" asked Remy.
"Yes, M. le Duc d'Anjou, who was believed dead, and who has been miraculously saved, has joined us."
Diana uttered a terrible cry, and Remy turned as pale as though he had been suddenly struck with death.
"The Duc d'Anjou living!" cried Diana. "The Duc d'Anjou here?"
"Had he not been here, madame, and ordered me to follow him, I should have accompanied you to the convent into which you tell me you are about to retire."
"Yes, yes," said Remy; "the convent;" and he put his finger on his lip.