"He has gone," said Guillaume, who was much embarrassed and disturbed by all these questions before numerous witnesses.
"Gone not to return?" inquired Lauriane.
"Not to return," replied Bois-Doré firmly.
"Well," said she, after a brief pause, "I am very glad of it."
"Did you not like him?" said the marquis, offering her his arm, while Guillaume walked by her side.
"You will think me very foolish," replied the young woman, "but I will make my confession none the less. I ask your pardon, Monsieur d'Ars, but your friend frightened me."
"Frightened you?—That is strange; other people have said the same thing to me about him! How was it that he frightened you, madame?"
"He bears a striking resemblance to a portrait at our house, which you probably have never seen—in our little chapel! Have you seen it?"
"Yes!" cried Guillaume, as if struck by a sudden thought; "I know what you mean. He did resemble it, on my word!"
"He did resemble it! You speak of your friend as if he were dead!"