“I am going away at seven o’clock to-morrow.”
“No, no, you are not; and your coachman will have no cause for complaint, for he has been paid; here is the receipt.”
These remarks, delivered with an air of amorous despotism, flattered my vanity. I made up my mind to submit gaily, called her wanton, and said I was not worth the pains she was taking over me.
“What astonishes me,” said I, “is that with this fine house you do not care to entertain company.”
“Everybody is afraid to come; they fear Ricla’s jealousy, for it is well known that that animal who is now suffering from the colic tells him everything I do. He swears that it is not so, but I know him to be a liar. Indeed, I am very glad he does write to Ricla, and only wish he had something of real importance to write about.”
“He will tell him that I have supped alone with you.”
“All the better; are you afraid?”
“No; but I think you ought to tell me if I have anything really to fear.”
“Nothing at all; it will fall on me.”
“But I should not like to involve you in a dispute which might be prejudicial to your interests.”