"Are you not coming with us to the Sennevals'?" said Lucenay to him.
"No, impossible," answered he hastily.
"By the way, Saint Remy, Madame de Senneval is another one—what do I say, one?—two-whom I would sacrifice willingly; for her husband is also on my list."
"What list?"
"Of those persons whom I would willingly see die, if poor D'Harville could have remained."
While Montbrison was assisting his cousin with her mantle, Lucenay said to him, "Since you are going with us, Conrad, order your carriage to follow ours, unless you will go, Saint Remy; then you can give me a place, and I will tell you a story worth two of the tailor's."
"I thank you," said Florestan, dryly: "I cannot accompany you."
"Then, good-bye. Have you had a dispute with my wife? See, she is getting into the carriage without speaking to you!"
"Cousin!" said Conrad, waiting through deference for the duke.
"Get in, get in," cried he: and stopping for a moment in the porch, he admired the viscount's equipage.