Severine. Don’t call me Princess. That’s wasting time.
Rosalie. Madame has not slept?
Severine. No.
Rosalie. I suspected as much.
Severine. Tell me, is it true?
Rosalie. Yes.
Severine. The details, then.
Rosalie. Well, then, last evening I followed the Prince, who went to the Western Railway, as he had told Madame that he would do, to take the train at half past nine; only, instead of buying a ticket for Versailles, he took one for Rouen.
Severine. But he was alone?
Rosalie. Yes. But five minutes after he arrived, she came.