“Why so?” Then Cagliostro told him all he did not already know—all the intrigues in the park.
“Oh! save her,” cried Beausire; “and I will give her to you, if you love her still.”
“My friend,” replied Cagliostro, “you deceive yourself; I never loved Mademoiselle Oliva; I had but one aim—that of weaning her from the life of debauchery she was leading with you.”
“But——” said Beausire.
“That astonishes you—know that I belong to a society whose object is moral reform. Ask her if ever she heard from my mouth one word of gallantry, or if my services were not disinterested.”
“Oh, monsieur! but will you save her?”
“I will try, but it will depend on yourself.”
“I will do anything.”
“Then return with me to Paris, and if you follow my instructions implicitly, we may succeed in saving her. I only impose one condition, which I will tell you when I reach home.”
“I promise beforehand. But can I see her again?”