“I am a stranger in this country, and can have nothing of importance with one I do not know.”
“You have quarrelled with your lover and are in an ill-humour.
“Perhaps so. Well! come! I believe you have guessed the cause.”
“Ah! it is the fate of us all to get into scrapes! But you will soon make it up; and now let me entreat your attention to what I have to offer.”
I became impatient, and called my servant.
“Madame,” resumed the stranger, “I am a gentleman, and mean no harm. But I assure you, you stand in your own light. I know more about you than you think I do.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes, madame, you are waiting here for an august personage.”
At this last sentence, my lips laughed, while my heart trembled.
“I wish to caution you,” continued he, “how you embark in plans of this sort.”