“Until now,” said Mme. de Beaudrillart, “I have not spoken of the necessary business, but there is one point which should be settled at once.”
He laughed, and kissed her on each cheek.
“Only one! What luck!”
“Well, only one that presses: your debt to Monsieur de Cadanet.”
“Ah!” He made a step towards the window, but came back. “That is paid.”
“Already!”
“The day after our wedding.”
She looked at him admiringly. “Ah, you are a man of honour! Monsieur de Cadanet cannot say that you have lost so much as a day. He must have congratulated you?”
“He is not a man of words.”
“Perhaps not; but a few on such an occasion would have done him no harm. Do you mean to say that no felicitations came with his acknowledgment?”