“Well, his conversation wearies me; besides, he does not love me, and I like him no better. I expected his visit, and went to bed at eight o’clock to avoid it. But you look disturbed, sire.”
“I believed you to be in Paris yesterday.”
“At what time?”
“At the time at which you pretend to have gone to bed.”
“Doubtless, I went to Paris; but what of that?”
“All, madame, depends on what time you returned.”
“Oh, you wish to know at what time exactly I returned?”
“Yes.”
“It is easy. Madame de Misery——”
The Lady reappeared.