“Yes, and all the worse for me, for I feel as if I could never love another woman.”
“Oh, that’s childish indeed! You will love another woman in a week—nay, perhaps to-morrow, if you will come and dine with me at my country house. A perfect French beauty has asked me to dine with her. I have told some of my friends who are fond of gaming.”
“Does the charming Frenchwoman like gaming?”
“No, but her husband does.”
“What’s his name?”
“He calls himself Count de Castelbajac.”
“Ah! Castelbajac?”
“Yes.”
“He is a Gascon?”
“Yes.”