"Madame de Luceval; yes."
"But why were you following her?"
"You are not aware, then—"
"Speak, monsieur, speak!"
"That my wife and I have separated," replied M. de Luceval, smothering a sigh.
"But where does Florence live?"
"On the Rue de Vaugirard."
"Great Heavens! How strange!" exclaimed Valentine, starting violently.
"What is the matter, madame?"
"Florence lives in the Rue de Vaugirard, you say. At what number?"