However, it was evident that he had no success, and that his doctrine seemed to be utterly out of season, and almost ridiculous. A young man with a delicate black mustache, and extremely well dressed, even turned to his neighbor, and asked,—
“Who is our friend, the preacher?”
“What! don’t you know him?” replied the other.
“That is the Duke of Champdoce, you know, who has married a princess of Mussidan. Quite an original.”
M. de Brevan, however, had remained perfectly impassive, and now said,—
“At all events, I suppose it was not altogether a question of interest which made Miss Brandon marry the count.”
“Why not?”
“Because she is immensely rich.”
“Pshaw!”
An old gentleman came up, and said,—