“Do you wish to speak to me?” said she, with the smile of former days. “Well! come somewhere else; for we may be surprised.”
“Oh!” said he.
She looked at the clock, doubtingly, then, having reflected:
“In my apartment,” said she, “we shall have an hour to ourselves.” And taking her course, lighter than a fairy, she ran up to her chamber, followed by Raoul. Shutting the door, and placing in the hands of her cameriste the mantle she had held upon her arm:
“You were seeking M. de Guiche, were you not?” said she to Raoul.
“Yes, mademoiselle.”
“I will go and ask him to come up here, presently, after I have spoken to you.”
“Do so, mademoiselle.”
“Are you angry with me?”
Raoul looked at her for a moment, then, casting down his eyes, “Yes,” said he.