“And father?” he asked.
There was a faint blush on the pale cheeks of the marchioness.
“I shall see him to-morrow,” she replied; “for I leave to-night with M. Folgat.”
“What! In this state of weakness?”
“I must.”
“Could not father leave his collections for a few days? Why did he not come down? Does he think I am guilty?”
“No; it is just because he is so sure of your innocence, that he remains in Paris. He does not believe you in danger. He insists upon it that justice cannot err.”
“I hope so,” said Jacques with a forced smile.
Then changing his tone,—
“And Dionysia? Why did she not come with you?”