"Oh, if you only knew," he said, sorrowfully.
"I knew all; did I not warn you of it the first day?"
"That is true; I ought to have believed you—but, alas! I already loved her."
"Zounds! I knew that, and she deserved it."
"Does she still love me?"
"Who can doubt it, poor dear creature?"
"You are a good man, Michael."
"I am just."
There was another silence.
At the expiration of a few minutes the Count renewed the conversation.