"I shall return to Libourne, where my regiment should be."
"And I to Bordeaux, where I expect to find Madame la Princesse. Do you know any out-of-the-way village on the road from Bordeaux to Libourne?"
"I know one, the memory of which is almost as dear to me as that of Chantilly."
"Jaulnay?" queried the viscountess, with a smile.
"Jaulnay," echoed Canolles.
"Very well; I shall need four days to go to Jaulnay; it is now Tuesday. I will stop there all day on Sunday."
"Oh! thanks, thanks!" cried Canolles, pressing against his lips a hand which Madame de Cambes had not the courage to withdraw.
"Now," said she, after a moment's pause, "we must play out our little comedy to the end."
"Ah, yes, madame; the comedy which is to cover me with ridicule in the eyes of all Prance. But I have nothing to say; it was I who would have it so, it was I who—I cannot say selected the part that I play therein—but arranged the catastrophe which brings it to a close."