"That is excellent."
"But what does monseigneur want?"
"Monseigneur," said Aurilly, trying again to slip the gold into Remy's hand, "is in love with your mistress."
"He knows her, then?"
"He has seen her."
"Seen her! when?"
"This evening."
"Impossible; she has not left her room."
"No, but the prince, by his conduct, has shown that he is really in love."
"Why, what did he do?"