“We were looking for Monsieur Camus,” said Jean Dubarry, “but he seems to have vanished.”
“Ah, Comte Camus,” replied Choiseul, “I saw him early this evening, but I have not seen him since.”
“Sartines came and fetched him off,” said Jean.
“Then perhaps he has gone off with Sartines,” said Choiseul, “and now you are carrying off Mademoiselle Fontrailles so early in the evening. Ah, Mademoiselle Fontrailles, you are carrying away with you all the charm you have brought to my poor salons, and leaving behind you the envy of all the roses of Paris who have been eclipsed by the Flower of Martinique.”
He bowed profoundly to the laughing girl and to Chon Dubarry.
Then he went to the card-room.
CHAPTER XII
ENVOI
A FEW days later the Comte de Rochefort was breakfasting with his friend, de Chartres, when, the conversation taking a turn, Rochefort, in reply to some remark of his companion, laughed.