"Oh! if you only knew how good he is to me; every evening he comes to see me, and his care and attention—"
"And," said Gaston, who thought of the suggestion of the false La Jonquiere, "nothing suspicious in those attentions?"
"That the duke is still young, and that, as I told you just now, you are beautiful."
"Oh, Heaven! no! Gaston; this time there is not a shadow of doubt; and when he was there near me—as near as you are now—there were moments when it seemed as if I had found my father."
"Poor child!"
"Yes, by a strange chance, for which I cannot account, there is a resemblance between the duke's voice and that of the man who came to see me at Rambouillet—it struck me at once."
"You think so?" said Gaston, in an abstracted tone.
"What are you thinking of, Gaston?" asked Helene; "you seem scarcely to hear what I am saying to you."
"Helene, every word you speak goes to the inmost depth of my heart."