"But suppose that she has repented of her treatment of you?"
"True; she may have done so, since she has learned that her husband is a spy!"
"Rochebrune! that was a very spiteful remark of yours!"
"I am entitled to say what I think of that lady."
"You are very angry with her, which proves that you still love her."
"When you mention her to me, I remember how she treated me; but for that, I should not think of her at all. In short, I no longer love her."
"You say that because she isn't here. But if you should find yourself looking into her lovely eyes——"
"I should remember the way they looked at me at our last interview on the Champs-Élysées; and I assure you that those eyes would no longer endanger my repose."
"Really? do you no longer love Armantine?"
Frédérique turned toward me as she asked the question, and I had never seen such an expression of satisfaction and pleasure in her eyes.