“You cannot doubt that I honour you immensely, and I shall certainly not deprive you of the reward that is your due.”
“The only reward I ask for is for you to be perfectly open with me.”
“You are very wonderful. Why do you interest yourself so much in my affairs? I don’t like to think you are really inquisitive.”
“You would be wrong to think that I have a defect which would lower me in my own eyes. Be sure, sir, that I shall only be curious when you are sad.”
“But what can have made you feel so generously towards me?”
“Only your honourable conduct towards me.”
“You touch me profoundly, and I promise to confide in you for the future.”
“You will make me happy.”
Le Duc had scarcely gone an hour when a messenger on foot came to bring me a second letter from the widow. He also gave me a small packet, telling me that he had orders to wait for a reply. I sent him down to wait, and I gave the letter to Madame Dubois, that she might see what it contained. While she was reading it I leant upon the window, my heart beating violently.
“Everything is getting on famously,” cried my housekeeper. “Here is the letter; read it.”