"Dossonville, you are deceiving me," she said, looking in his face. "You saw her, and you learned the name of my father."
Without allowing time for denial, she took his arm and led him toward the Cours la Reine, turning among the bypaths of the luxuriant woods. There, amid the joyous gaiety of the spring, under the soft foliage of the chestnuts, she faced him with a peremptory question:
"You saw her?"
"No."
"She told you?"
"No."
Louison examined his face attentively.
"What is the matter with you to-day, and why do you conceal it from me? Did you not promise to tell me?"
"Yes."
"Then?"