“How will you amuse yourself alone, madame?” said Paz, assuming a careless air.
“Are not you going to keep me company?”
“Excuse me for leaving you.”
“What do you mean? Where are you going?”
The thought of a heroic falsehood had come into his head.
“I—I am going to the Circus in the Champs Elysees; it opens to-night, and I can’t miss it.”
“Why not?” said Clementine, questioning him by a look that was half-anger.
“Must I tell you why?” he said, coloring; “must I confide to you what I hide from Adam, who thinks my only love is Poland.”
“Ah! a secret in our noble captain?”
“A disgraceful one—which you will perhaps understand, and pity.”