He was very pale and replied coldly:
“I did what I could. His farm is worth eighty thousand francs, and that is more than most of the sons of the middle classes have.”
They returned slowly, without speaking a word. She was still crying; the tears ran down her cheeks continually for a time, but by degrees they stopped, and they went back to Fecamp, where they found Monsieur de Cadour waiting dinner for them. As soon as he saw them, he began to laugh and exclaimed:
“So my wife has had a sunstroke, and I am very glad of it. I really think she has lost her head for some time past!”
Neither of them replied, and when the husband asked them, rubbing his hands:
“Well, I hope that, at least, you have had a pleasant walk?”
Monsieur d'Apreval replied:
“A delightful walk, I assure you; perfectly delightful.”