Next morning, when Rose brought my chocolate, she told me with a laugh that my man had sent for a carriage, and after dressing himself in the height of fashion he had gone off with his sword at his side, to pay calls, as he said.
“We laughed at him.”
“You were quite right, my dear Rose.”
As I spoke, Manon came in under some pretext or other. I saw that the two sisters had an understanding never to be alone with me; I was displeased, but pretended not to notice anything. I got up, and I had scarcely put on my dressing-gown when the cousin came in with a packet under her arm.
“I am delighted to see you, and above all to look at your smiling face, for I thought you much too serious yesterday.”
“That’s because M. le Duc is a greater gentleman than you are; I should not have presumed to laugh in his presence; but I had my reward in seeing him start off this morning in his gilded coach.”
“Did he see you laughing at him?”
“Yes, unless he is blind.”
“He will be vexed.”
“All the better.”