Marianne raised her gray eyes to Lissac's face.
"Congratulate?" she said slowly.
"The woman he marries is pretty enough, I think?"
"Ah! my dear, a truce to insolent trifles!—what is it that has possessed you for some time past?"
"Nothing, but something has possessed you—or some one."
"Rosas?"
"No, Vaudrey!"
"I will restore him to you. Oh! oh! you are surprisingly interested in Vaudrey. Vaudrey or his wife?" she remarked.
She smiled with her wicked expression.
"Duchess," said Lissac, "accustom yourself to respect virtuous women!"