“Well, before a month, M. de Tregars will be Mlle. Gilberte Favoral’s husband.”
“Is it possible?” exclaimed Mlle. Lucienne with a look of extreme surprise.
But, instead of answering,
“You told me,” resumed Maxence, “that once, in a day of supreme distress, you had applied to Mme. de Thaller for assistance, whereas you were actually entitled to an indemnity for having been run over and seriously hurt by her carriage.”
“That is true.”
“Whilst you were in the vestibule, waiting for an answer to your letter, which a servant had taken up stairs, M. de Thaller came in; and, when he saw you, he could not repress a gesture of surprise, almost of terror.”
“That is true too.”
“This behavior of M. de Thaller always remained an enigma to you.”
“An inexplicable one.”
“Well, I think that I can explain it to you now.”