"Will the officer sell his rights if Madame de Ferrier's are not acknowledged?"
"I have thought of that. And I want to consult the marquis."
When he had a chance to draw the marquis aside, I could speak to Madame de Ferrier without being overheard; though my time might be short. She stood between the curtains, and the man in uniform had left his place to me.
"Well, I am here," I said.
"And I am glad," she answered.
"I am here because I love you."
She held a fold of the curtain in her hand and looked down at it; then up at me.
"You must not say that again."
"Why?"
"You know why."