"Well, madame, the duke has seen you."
"And—"
"And he says he loves you."
"Loves me! but you are mad, Remy."
"No; I tell you that he—that man—that wretch, Aurilly, told me so."
"But, then, he recognized me?"
"If he had, do you think that Aurilly would have dared to present himself and talk to you of love in the prince's name? No, he did not recognize you."
"Yes, you must be right, Remy. So many things have passed during six years through that infernal brain, that he has forgotten me. Let us follow this man."
"But this man will recognize you."
"Why should his memory be better than his master's?"