“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 with eyes of anguish. “Dear lady, is that kind to me when I’ve counted on you?”
“Oh I’m not kind any more; it’s not a question of that. I’m angry—as angry almost as you.”
“Then why don’t you watch her, eh?”
“It’s not with her I’m angry. It’s with myself,” said Madame Grandoni, all in thought.
“For becoming so indifferent, do you mean?”
“On the contrary, for staying in the house.”
“Thank God you’re still here, or I couldn’t have come. But what a lodging for the Princess!” the visitor exclaimed. “She might at least live in a manner befitting.”
“Eh, the last time you were in London you thought it too expensive!” she cried.