“Yes, madame,” replied she, more pale than if she had committed a great crime.
“Well, well!”
“Pray be seated, madame,” said Montalais, offering her a chair, which she placed so that the back was towards the closet.
“Thank you, Mademoiselle Aure—thank you. Come my child, be quick.”
“Where do you wish me to go, madame?”
“Why, home, to be sure; have you not to prepare your toilette?”
“What did you say?” cried Montalais, hastening to affect surprise, so fearful was she that Louise would in some way commit herself.
“You don’t know the news, then?” said Madame de Saint-Remy.
“What news, madame, is it possible for two girls to learn up in this dove-cote?”
“What! have you seen nobody?”