“I despise her; and without esteem”—
“That is an old story. That is no impediment.”
“Finally, you know how dearly, how ardently, I love Miss Ville-Handry.”
“Of course; but that is not the same thing.”
M. de Brevan had at last finished his careful toilet. He put on a dressing-gown; and, carrying Daniel with him into the small room which he used as a dressing-room, he asked,—
“And what have you said in reply to that note?”
“Nothing.”
M. de Brevan had thrown himself into a comfortable chair, and assumed the careful air of a physician who has been consulted. He nodded, and said,—
“You have done well, and for the future I advise you to pursue the same plan. Don’t say a word. Can you do any thing to prevent Miss Brandon from carrying out her purposes? No! Let her go on, then.”
“But”—