“Remember—I will it!”
“I see myself,” said Andrea. “I hold in hand the glass prepared by Nicole. Oh, goodness! the wretch! she has put some drug in the water and if I drink, I am lost. I am going to drink it at the moment the count calls—— ”
“What count?”
“There,” and Andrea pointed to Balsamo. “I set down the glass and I fall into the sleep. I go forth to meet him under my window in the linden grove.”
“The count never was in the same room with you, sister?”
“Never.”
“You see, sir?” said Balsamo.
“You say you went to meet the count?”
“Oh, I obey him when he calls.”
“What did he want?”