"Ah! now I understand."
"Well, no, you do not."
"That is possible too: I can't help it. What is to be done? For the past six months the world has been topsy-turvy here. Ah! monsieur, you whom Madame loves so much, you ought indeed to tell her that she is lost!"
She was right, poor Louise!.. But we will explain in another place why she was right.
[1] Alfred de Vigny published his delightful poems called Élévations at this time.
[CHAPTER VI]
My agreements with Dorval—I read Antony—Her impressions—She makes me alter the last act there and then—Merle's room—Bocage as artist—Bocage as negotiator—Reading to M. Crosnier—He falls into a profound slumber—The play nevertheless is accepted