To have been deceived, and even to have been rendered ridiculous, is one of those misfortunes which we confess to ourselves, however painful the process may be; but to hear another person laugh at us after such a thing has happened is more than we can readily bear. Daniel, therefore, did not conceal his impatience, and said rather dryly,—
“If I have been the dupe of Miss Brandon, my dear Maxime, you see, at last, that I am so no longer.”
“Ah, ah!”
“No, not in the least. And that, thanks to her; for she herself has destroyed my illusions.”
“Pshaw!”
“Unconsciously, of course, having ran away from her like a fool, I was wandering about in the streets near her house, when I saw her come out in her coupe.”
“Oh, come!”
“I saw her as distinctly as I see you. It was four o’clock in the morning, mind!”
“Is it possible? And what did you do?”
“I followed her.”