“What does this mean?” inquired Raoul of Malicorne; “you probably know.”
“I do, monsieur.”
“For pity’s sake, tell me, then.”
“Impossible, monsieur.”
“Why so?”
“Because Mademoiselle Aure has forbidden me to do so.”
Raoul looked at his strange visitor, and remained silent;—“At least, tell me whether it is fortunate or unfortunate.”
“That you will see.”
“You are very severe in your reservations.”
“Will you grant me a favor, monsieur?” said Malicorne.