"You think we are going to Paris to spend our honeymoon like ordinary folk?"
Jeanne started. Cayrol seemed unfortunate in his choice of words.
"Well, not at all," continued the banker. "Tomorrow I leave my offices. My customers may say what they like; I will leave my business, and we are off."
Jeanne showed signs of pleasure. A flash of joy lit up her face. To go away, that was rest for her!
"And where shall we go?"
"That is the surprise! You know that the Prince and his wife intend travelling!"
"Yes; but they refused to say where they were going;" interrupted Jeanne, with a troubled expression.
"Not to me. They are going to Switzerland. Well, we shall join them there."
Jeanne arose like a startled deer when it hears the sound of a gun.
"Join them there!" she exclaimed.