"Do you think she is pretty,—Madame d'Arglade, I mean?"
"Very pretty."
"How old is she, precisely?"
"Very nearly my own age. We were together at the convent."
"I know it. Were you great friends?"
"No, not exactly; but she has shown much interest in me since my misfortunes."
"Yes, it was she who was the means of bringing you here. Why did you detest each other at the convent?"
"We did not detest each other; we were not very intimate,—that was all."
"And now?"
"Now she is kind to me, and consequently I like her."