“You have seen people who have had the plague?”
She gave some miserable little exclamation under her breath. He waited for her to find words.
“He is changed?” she managed at last.
“Yes.”
She tried to smile.
“Well, I suppose—not much.”
“A great deal.”
Clémence rose, sat down, and rose again.
“Changed—very much?”
“So changed,” said the Marquis slowly, “that only those who love him would know him.”