I told her, in reply, all that I knew, and that you know, gentle reader, about the Count de Chavannes.
“Et puis?—Et puis?” asked Adèle, laughing.
“Et puis, nothing at all,” I answered.
“No secrets among friends, Valerie,” said Adèle, looking me earnestly in the face; “I had none with you, and you helped me with your advice. Be as frank, at least, with me, if you love me.”
“I do love you dearly, Adèle; and I have no secrets. There is nothing concerning which to have a secret.”
“Nothing?—not this gay and gallant Count?”
“Not even he.”
“And you are not about to become Madame la Comtesse?”
“I am not, indeed.”
“Indeed—in very deed?”