Newman began to laugh. “Oh, you are fooling!” he exclaimed.
“My sister, you have no time; you are losing your train,” said the marquis.
“Come, is he mad?” asked Newman.
“No; don’t think that,” said Madame de Cintré. “But I am going away.”
“Where are you going?”
“To the country, to Fleurières; to be alone.”
“To leave me?” said Newman, slowly.
“I can’t see you, now,” said Madame de Cintré.
“Now—why not?”
“I am ashamed,” said Madame de Cintré, simply.