"Where are you going, monseigneur?" asked Dubois.
"To receive this young girl."
"That is my affair, not yours—you forget that you abandoned this conspiracy to me."
"I gave up the chevalier to you, but I promised him to be a father to this girl whom he loves. I have pledged my word, and I will keep it; since through me she loses her lover, I must at least console her."
"I undertake it," said Dubois, trying to hide his paleness and agitation under one of his own peculiar smiles.
"Hold your tongue and remain here," said the regent.
"Let me at least speak to her, monseigneur."
"I will speak to her myself—this is no affair of yours; I have taken it upon myself, have given my word as a gentleman. Silence, and remain here."
Dubois ground his teeth; but when the regent spoke in this tone, he knew he must obey: he leaned against the chimney-piece and waited.
Soon the rustling of a silk dress was heard.