“And yet,” said I, hesitatingly, “there is much that reminds me of you; I mean, I can discover—”
“Say it frankly, sir; you think that saucy look is not from mere fancy. I deemed you a closer observer; but no matter. You have been ill; I trust you are recovered again.”
“Oh, a mere passing indisposition, which unfortunately came at the moment of the Court ball. You were there, of course?”
“Yes; it was there we had the pleasure to meet your friend, the general: but perhaps this is indiscreet on my part; I believe, indeed, I promised to say nothing of him.”
“The general! Do you mean General d'Auvergne?”
“That much I will answer you,—I do not. But ask me no more questions. Your patience will not be submitted to a long trial; he dines with us to-day.”
I made no reply, but began to ponder over in my mind who the general in question could be.
“There! pray do not worry yourself about what a few moments will reveal for you, without any guessing. How strange it is, the intense feeling of curiosity people are afflicted with who themselves have secrets.”
“But I have none, Mademoiselle; at least, none worth the telling.”
“Perhaps,” replied she, saucily. “But here come our guests.”