"What makes you suppose so?"
"Her coolness—her indifference to me; the care she takes to avoid me; everything, in short, proves that I have remained here too long, and that I ought to leave her dangerous society."
"Why do not you have an explanation with her?"
"I have sworn, and whatever it costs I will accomplish my vow."
Valentine hung his head, but made no reply.
"I implore you!" the count resumed, "let us remain no longer here; the sight of her I love increases my anguish."
"Have you reflected seriously upon this?"
"Oh, yes!" the young man replied, with an air of real or forced resolution.
"Well," said Valentine, shaking his head, "if such is your will, so it must be; we will begone, then!"
"Yes, and as soon as possible; do not you think so?" the young man said, with an involuntary sigh.