"Good God!" exclaimed the man in the cloak, stopping short in his astonishment. "You Madame d'Infreville?"
"Why do you evince such astonishment, monsieur? My name is not unknown to you."
"After all," remarked the man, recovering from the amazement this announcement had caused, "it is not surprising that I did not recognise you either here or in Chili, madame, for the first time I saw you, four years ago, I could not distinguish your features; besides, the indignation I felt—"
"What do you mean, monsieur? Do you mean that you had seen me before our meeting in Chili?"
"Yes, madame."
"And where?"
"I scarcely dare to remind you."
"In whose house did you meet me, tell me, monsieur?"
"In my wife's house."
"Your wife's?"