“No, it does me good to speak of my youth. But tell me why Gilbert fled from Trianon.”
“Do you wish me to confirm a suspicion, or to tell you something you do not know.”
“Something I do not know.”
“Well, I cannot tell you this. Have you not heard that he is dead?”
“Yes, I have, but——”
“Well, he is dead.”
“Dead!” said Nicole, with an air of doubt. Then, with a sudden start, “Grant me one favor!” she cried.
“As many as you like.”
“I saw you two hours ago; for it was you, was it not?”
“Certainly.”