"But that was the time when I was disguised."
"Nay, nay, you are disguised now. I quite understand that, as the description of the Vicomte de Cambes has been given out all through Guyenne, you deemed it more prudent, in order to avoid suspicion, to adopt, for the moment, this costume, which, to do you justice, my fair sir, is extremely becoming to you."
"Monsieur," said the viscountess, with an anxiety which she tried in vain to conceal, "except that your conversation contains a word or two of sense now and then, I should think you mad."
"I will not pay you the same compliment, for it seems to me a most judicious thing to disguise one's self when one is conspiring."
The young woman gazed at Cauvignac with increasing uneasiness.
"Indeed, monsieur," she said, "it seems to me that I have seen you somewhere; but I cannot remember where."
"The first time, as I have told you, was on the banks of the Dordogne."
"And the second?"
"The second was at Chantilly."
"On the day of the hunt?"