They exchanged many tender embraces; then, Richard, addressing his sister-in-law, said, laughingly:
“Well, when is the wedding to be?”
“What wedding?”
“Yours.”
“My wedding?”
“Yes, certainly.”
“And to whom am I about to be married?”
“To Monsieur Jean Reynaud.”
“Ah! Susie has written to you?”
“Susie? Not at all. Susie has not said a word. It is you, Bettina, who have written to me. For the last two months, all your letters have been occupied with this young officer.”