"Still, no one could believe...."
"Of course not. But that doesn't prevent us from being the by-word of Paris."
"It will all be forgotten by to-morrow."
"To-morrow, my girl, people will remember that the name of Angélique de Sarzeau-Vendôme has been bandied about as it should not be. Oh, if I could find out the name of the scoundrel who has dared...."
At that moment, Hyacinthe, the duke's valet, came in and said that monsieur le duc was wanted on the telephone. Still fuming, he took down the receiver and growled:
"Well? Who is it? Yes, it's the Duc de Sarzeau-Vendôme speaking."
A voice replied:
"I want to apologize to you, monsieur le duc, and to Mlle. Angélique. It's my secretary's fault."
"Your secretary?"
"Yes, the invitations were only a rough draft which I meant to submit to you. Unfortunately my secretary thought...."