"I make you the promise you ask, señorita," Valentine answered.
"I hold your word. What is your friend's name, sir?"
"Which one, señorita?".
"The one whose place you have taken."
"His name is Count Louis de Prébois Crancé."
"He is a Frenchman?"
"Born at Paris."
"You have known him a long time?"
"Since his birth, señorita. My mother was his nurse."
"Ah!" she said with pleasure; "then you are really his friend?"