“Mademoiselle has gone out, madame.”
“Indeed! how long ago?”
“About three o’clock, madame.”
“Who went with her?”
“Her maid, Modeste.”
“Did Mademoiselle say where she was going to?”
“No, madame.”
“Very well, you can go.”
Even the imperturbable doctor was rather surprised at a girl of eighteen being permitted so much freedom.
“It is most annoying,” said the Countess. “However, let us hope that the trifling indisposition, regarding which I wished to consult you, will not prevent her marriage.”