“That he keeps? O, my love, my Louis!”
“Ah, ah! you love him still. You make my heart sing, you do!”
“O, Louis! O, mon bien aimé! que les artifices des méchants t’ont environné! You must not be left: you must not stay there: you do not know. The villain! the false friend!”
“O, O, my lady!”
“Is he not? He dared to ask my hand.”
“O! it’s true then!”
“Two nights ago.”
“Ah, me! that explains it.”
“What?”
“Why, what he told me before he left next morning. ‘I’ve changed my mind,’ says he. ‘She’s not for him no more. What you’ve said you’ve to unsay. They must be kept apart at any price.’ They were his last words before he went.”