“In a carriage, at mitnight, in de forest of Fincennes.”
“Describe her,” said de Marsay.
“A vhite gaze hat, a rose gown, a vhite scharf, a vhite feil—a face just out of de Biple. Eyes like Feuer, an Eastern color——”
“You were dreaming,” said Lucien, with a smile.
“Dat is true; I vas shleeping like a pig—a pig mit his shkin full,” he added, “for I vas on my vay home from tinner at mine friend’s——”
“Was she alone?” said du Tillet, interrupting him.
“Ja,” said the Baron dolefully; “but she had ein heiduque behind dat carriage and a maid-shervant——”
“Lucien looks as if he knew her,” exclaimed Rastignac, seeing Esther’s lover smile.
“Who doesn’t know the woman who would go out at midnight to meet Nucingen?” said Lucien, turning on his heel.
“Well, she is not a woman who is seen in society, or the Baron would have recognized the man,” said the Chevalier d’Espard.