“And the Countess?” asked Bertin, “how is she?”
“Not very well. She has been very much affected, and is recovering too slowly. I must confess that I am a little anxious about her.”
“But why does she not return?”
“I know nothing about it. It was impossible for me to induce her to return here.”
“What does she do all day?”
“Oh, heavens! She weeps, and thinks of her mother. That is not good for her. I should like very much to have her decide to have a change of air, to leave the place where that happened, you understand?”
“And Annette?”
“Oh, she is a blooming flower.”
Olivier smiled with joy.
“Was she very much grieved?” he asked again.