“M. Rodin told you that!” cried M. de Montbron, as if struck with a sudden idea. “Why, it is he who told Djalma that you were in love with some one else.”
“I!”
“And this it was which occasioned the poor youth’s dreadful despair.”
“It was this which occasioned my despair.”
“You love him, then, just as he loves you!” exclaimed M. de Montbron, transported with joy.
“Love him!” said Mdlle. de Cardoville. A discreet knock at the door interrupted Adrienne.
“One of your servants, no doubt. Be calm,” said the count.
“Come in,” said Adrienne, in an agitated voice.
“What is it?” said Mdlle. de Cardoville. Florine entered the room.
“M. Rodin has just been here. Fearing to disturb mademoiselle, he would not come in; but he will return in half an hour. Will mademoiselle receive him?”