Charny, indeed, unable to keep up, fell upon the sofa.
She sat down by him. “Be calm,” said she, “and repeat what you have just said.”
“Do you want to kill me?” he murmured.
“Then let me question,” she said. “How long have you returned from the country?”
“A fortnight.”
“Where do you live?”
“In the huntsman’s house, which I have hired.”
“At the end of the park?”
“Yes.”
“You speak of some one whom you saw with me.”