"Yes. And presently your own eyes shall prove the truth of my statement."
D'Hérouville glanced at his sword, which hung upon the wall. "In Quebec," he mused. "A lie in this case would be objectless."
"As you see. And would you believe it, there has been a love intrigue between her and the Chevalier! There's a woman, now! How cleverly she juggled with us all!"
"The Chevalier?"
"Yes. How you love that man! Droll, is it not? She has been masquerading, and to this day he hasn't the slightest idea who she is."
"Come, now, Vicomte," with assumed good nature; "your purpose; out with it."
"I am not a man to waste time, certainly."
"You will give me satisfaction, then?"
"You have but to name the day. The truth is, under the present circumstances the world has suddenly contracted."
D'Hérouville nodded. "That is to say, it is no longer large enough for both of us. I comprehend that perfectly."