"Yes."
She had just taken the envelope when Albert, having gone through the house, came out into the orchard.
"I was looking for you," he said to his wife. Seeing Philippe, his face darkened. The day before at Mme. de Passerat's luncheon party, it had been unbearable to him that Elizabeth's charm should be felt by anyone but himself, and after trying impatiently to remain away until the following day, he could not finish his work without going to Saint Martin to see her again. He found her somewhat troubled, with the letter in her hand. Philippe, after a few words, rose and took leave of Elizabeth.
"I shall follow your advice, Madame."
He shook hands with his friend, whom he would not allow to accompany him. As soon as he had gone, Albert came over to his wife, and harshly inquired:
"What advice did he want? Am I indiscreet?"
"He was telling me about his marriage."
"With Mlle. Rivière?"
"Yes."
"Poor girl!"