“One day I put on a lace kerchief I had bought from him, and asked my maid,
“‘What has become of the girl who sold me this kerchief?’
“I asked this question without premeditation; it was, as it were, an inspiration from my good or my evil genius.
“As crafty as I was simple, the woman answered that to be sure he had not dared to come again, fearing that I had found out his disguise.
“‘Certainly,’ I replied, ‘I found it out directly, but I was astonished to hear that you knew this lace-seller was a young man.’
“‘I did not think I should offend you, madam, I know him well.’
“‘Who is he?
“‘Count d’Al——; you ought to know him, for he paid you a visit about four months ago.’
“‘True, and it is possible that I did not know him, but why did you tell a lie when I asked you, “Do you know that girl?”’
“‘I lied to spare your feelings, madam, and I was afraid you would be angry at the part I had taken.’