"And his fits of despondency when he thinks of madame's death?"
"He has them still. He shuts himself up alone for several hours, and when he appears again one can see that he has been weeping."
"And his disposition?"
"I am a regular firebrand in comparison."
"Then he evinces no more temper while travelling than he does here?"
"Not a bit more."
"And really when one remembers what monsieur was a dozen years ago, Segoffin!"
"There is as much difference as there is between day and night."
"That reminds me that Mlle. Sabine had another of her nervous attacks to-day, when something reminded her of her poor mother's death. How fortunate it is that she did not recognise monsieur in his Breton costume on that terrible night. The poor child still believes that it was a stranger who killed her mother."
"And she must never be allowed to suspect anything to the contrary."