"Why, it is to take M. David's things. He is going away, it seems."
"Great Heavens!" exclaimed Madame Bastien, letting the mass of hair she had been holding fall upon her shoulders, and, turning suddenly to the old servant, "What are you saying, Marguerite?"
"I say that the gentleman is going away, madame."
"What gentleman?"
"Why, M. David, M. Frederick's new tutor, and it is a pity, for—"
"He is going away?" repeated Madame Bastien, interrupting Marguerite in such a strangely altered voice, and with such an expression of grief and dismay, that the servant gazed at her wonderingly. "There must be some mistake. How do you know that M. David is going away?"
"He is sending his things away."
"Who told you so?"
"André."
"How does he know?"