“Oh, Weber, I do not mind in the least,” said the lady; “I am well used to driving, and not at all timid.”
“I know how well madame drives, but the roads are so bad. Where are we to go?”
“To Versailles.”
“By the boulevards then, madame?”
“No, Weber; it freezes hard, and the boulevards will be dreadful; the streets will be better.”
He held the horse for the ladies to get in, then jumped up behind, and they set off at a rapid pace.
“Well, Andrée, what do you think of the countess?” asked the elder lady.
“I think, madame,” she replied, “that Madame de la Motte is poor and unfortunate.”
“She has good manners, has she not?”
“Yes, doubtless.”