D’Ancenis looked down at me quizzically.
“’Tis more serious than I had thought,” he said, laughing. “There will be many to envy you your good fortune, de Brancas.”
“But her name?” I asked again.
“What, man,” cried my tormentor, gayly, “would you have me be indiscreet? No, no. You must find out the name for yourself. Ask the lady of whom you are thinking and see what she says.”
I caught at his hand, but he eluded me, and laughed merrily as he looked back from the door.
“Get well quickly, my friend,” he said. “Do not keep her waiting,” and he was gone.
But I did not for a moment question the reply my heart had given me, and when Levau looked in on me again a short time later, he found me looking so contented that he laughed with pleasure.
“In faith, monsieur,” he cried, “I begin to believe that Captain d’Ancenis is a better physician than I. What magic did he use?”
I merely smiled.
“When can I get out of this?” I asked.