"It's the same man," said Nanon, biting her lips.
"And you are in love with him?"
"With whom?"
"With this same little, fair, slender, refined gentleman."
"Oh, monseigneur!" exclaimed Cauvignac, "what do you mean?"
"Have you still the pearl-gray glove on your heart?"
"The pearl-gray glove?"
"Yes; the one you were smelling and kissing so passionately last evening."
This last phrase removed Cauvignac's perplexity.