“And your husband is here, of course?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“And why, madame, do you remain in this spot? Is it to attract attention?”
The mournful lady smiled sadly.
“Allow me the honor, madame, of being your partner in the next quadrille, and I will take care not to bring you back here. I see a vacant settee near the fire; come and take it. When so many people are ready to ascend the throne, and Royalty is the mania of the day, I cannot imagine that you will refuse the title of Queen of the Ball which your beauty may claim.”
“I do not intend to dance, monsieur.”
The curt tone of the lady’s replies was so discouraging that the Colonel found himself compelled to raise the siege. Martial, who guessed what the officer’s last request had been, and the refusal he had met with, began to smile, and stroked his chin, making the diamond sparkle which he wore on his finger.
“What are you laughing at?” said the Comtesse de Vaudremont.
“At the failure of the poor Colonel, who has just put his foot in it——”
“I begged you to take your ring off,” said the Countess, interrupting him.