A young man, wrapped up in a fur riding-coat, came quickly up, and without noticing them, knocked at the door, and called, “Laurent.”
“Brother,” said the elder lady, touching him on the shoulder.
“The queen,” cried he, taking off his hat.
“Hush,” said she.
“You are not alone?”
“No, I am with Mademoiselle Andrée de Taverney.”
“Oh, good evening, mademoiselle.”
“Good evening, monseigneur.”
“Are you going out, madame?” asked he.
“No.”