“Yes,” bowed Oliva again.
The cardinal stopped, he tottered, and leaned against a pillar for support. Madame de la Motte stood by, watching this strange scene. Then the cardinal, touching the blue domino, said: “This is the conclusion of the quotation—‘But he who sees everywhere the loved object, who recognizes her by a flower, by a perfume, through the thickest veils, he can still be silent—his voice is in his heart—and if one other understands him, he is happy.’”
“Oh, they are speaking German here,” said a young voice from an approaching group; “let us listen. Do you speak German, marshal?”
“No, monseigneur.”
“You, Charny?”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Here is M. le Comte d’Artois,” said Oliva softly to her companion.
A crowd followed them, and many were passing round.
“Take care, gentlemen!” said the blue domino.
“Monsieur,” replied the prince, “the people are pushing us.”