“It is all very well for you to talk,” replied she; “you come and go as you like, you breathe the fresh air, your life is full of pleasure. I vegetate in the space to which you have limited me, and your assistance, is useless to me if I am to die here.”
“Die!” said the count, smiling.
“You behave very badly to me; you forget that I love passionately.”
“M. Beausire?”
“Yes, Beausire, I love him. I always told you so. Did you think I had forgotten him?”
“So little did I think so, mademoiselle, that I bring you news of him.”
“Ah!”
“He is a charming person, young and handsome, is he not?”
“Full of imagination and fire, rather rough toward me, but that is his way of showing his love.”
“Therefore I wished to take you back to him.”