“Well, I do, then,” said the Prince, subsiding a little. “Don’t you know she has gone out to a house, in a horrible quarter, with a man?”
“I think it highly probable, dear Prince.”
“And who is he? That’s what I want to discover.”
“How can I tell you? I haven’t seen him.”
He looked at her a moment, with his distended eyes. “Dear lady, is that kind to me, when I have counted on you?”
“Oh, I am not kind any more; it’s not a question of that. I am angry—as angry, almost, as you.”
“Then why don’t you watch her, eh?”
“It’s not with her I am angry. It’s with myself,” said Madame Grandoni, meditatively.
“For becoming so indifferent, do you mean?”
“On the contrary, for staying in the house.”