“Why?”
“Because Marguerite was there.”
“Ah, she was there?”
“Yes.
“Alone?”
“No; with another woman.”
“That all?”
“The Comte de G. came to her box for an instant; but she went off with the duke. I expected to see you every moment, for there was a stall at my side which remained empty the whole evening, and I was sure you had taken it.”
“But why should I go where Marguerite goes?”
“Because you are her lover, surely!”