"'I am most happy to inform you, my dear Gervais, that she is not—but she has left this——'
"'Left the convent,' I exclaimed; 'and for where?'
"'Her father's house.'
"'In the Rue de Tournon?'
"'Near the palace of the Luxembourg—yes.'
"'And she will return?' I continued, impetuously.
"'No more,' said my aunt, with a sad smile.
"'No more?' I repeated, with perplexity.
"At least, not as Mademoiselle du Platel.'
"'In heaven's name, madame—my dear aunt, I conjure you to tell me what you mean? See how I am trembling!'