Frederick was hurt by these words.
"You are right, perhaps, after all."
But very soon, regretting what he had said, he swore that he had not lived a single day without being ravaged by the remembrance of her.
"I don't believe a single word of it, Monsieur."
"However, you know that I love you!"
Madame Arnoux made no reply.
"You know that I love you!"
She still kept silent.
"Well, then, go be hanged!" said Frederick to himself.
And, as he raised his eyes, he perceived Mademoiselle Roque at the other side of Madame Arnoux.