I thank you.—Adeline——the Marquis hesitated—Adeline, rejoined La Motte, eager to anticipate his wishes, has beauty worthy of your pursuit: she has inspired a passion of which she ought to be proud, and at any rate she shall soon be yours. Her charms are worthy of——
Yes, yes, interrupted the Marquis; but—he paused. But they have given you too much trouble in the pursuit, said La Motte; and to be sure, my Lord, it must be confessed they have; but this trouble is all over—you may now consider her as your own.
I would do so, said the Marquis, fixing an eye of earnest regard upon La Motte—I would do so.
Name your hour, my Lord; you shall not be interrupted. Beauty such as Adeline's—
Watch her closely, interrupted the Marquis, and on no account suffer her to leave her apartment. Where is she now?
Confined in her chamber.
Very well. But I am impatient.
Name your time, my Lord—to-morrow night.
To-morrow night, said the Marquis, to-morrow night. Do you understand me now?
Yes, my Lord, this night if you wish it so. But had you not better dismiss your servants, and remain yourself in the forest? You know the door that opens upon the woods from the west tower. Come thither about twelve—I will be there to conduct you to her chamber. Remember then, my Lord, that to-night—