"And the two pillows?" he said.
"Pray, is it monseigneur's intention to return to Libourne? In that case, my dream lied to me, for it told me that monseigneur would remain."
The duke made a second grimace even more significant than the first.
"And this charming négligé, madame? And these exquisite perfumes?"
"It is one of those I am accustomed to wear when I expect monseigneur. The perfume comes from sachets of peau d'Espagne, which I put in my wardrobes, and which monseigneur has often told me he preferred to all others, because it is the queen's favorite perfume."
"And so you were expecting me?" rejoined the duke, with a sneering laugh.
"Good lack, monseigneur," said Nanon, frowning; "I believe, God forgive me, that you would like to look in the closets. Are you jealous by any chance?"
Nanon laughed aloud, whereat the duke assumed his most majestic air.
"I, jealous? No, no! Thank God, I'm no such idiot as that. Being old and rich, I know naturally that I was made to be deceived, but I propose to prove to those who deceive me that I am not their dupe."