“Deceive you, my sweet pet, it is not at all likely I should attempt to do so.”
“I wish I could bring myself to believe what you say is true.”
“But it is true. There, see I pledge my most solemn word it is. What more can you desire? Why, my dear girl, you are trembling like an aspen leaf shaken by the winter’s blast.”
“Oh, my lord, there is something afoot which you are keeping from me—I feel assured there is. A boy brought you a letter yesterday—who was it from?”
“Who? What matters? It was a private matter. I will tell you all about it when I return.”
“Tell me who sent that letter, and tell me also what business takes you from our home this evening.”
“I have already told you I am about to pay a visit to the chevalier.”
“Nothing else?”
“Well, I cannot tell what our movements may be. I am going direct to him now; that’s all I am able to say at present.”
“Come back with me, and go to the chevalier to-morrow evening instead.”