“You trust that man implicitly?” I asked the Marquis, when we had started.
“Implicitly!” he replied, with emphasis.
“I do not,” I said to myself.
By ten o'clock that night I was seated with the Marquis de la Carrabasse in my own rooms, thinking, I must confess, not so much of politics and dynasties as of the friends I had just lost for who could say how long.
