"And how do you propose to set about making the count what he was?"
"Rely on me! But it is necessary that Monsieur de la Bérinière should consent to receive me. If I call on him, it's not certain that he will see me. You must have the kindness to say a few words to him in my favor—that I realize my mistake and would be glad to apologize to him; that I have asked you to intercede for me."
"If that is all that is necessary, all right. I shall go to see the count soon; come to-morrow morning, and I will tell you what he says. Suppose it is favorable?"
"A week hence, it will all be over, and you will be a countess."
"Really? but what method do you propose to employ?"
"Don't you be disturbed; I have my cue, I tell you."
LVIII
THE COUSIN'S SPECIFIC
About midday, the pretty widow paid her customary visit to Monsieur de la Bérinière, whom she found installed in his easy-chair à la Voltaire, drinking herb tea.
"How are you to-day, my dear count?" she inquired, taking a seat by the convalescent's side.
"I am getting on very slowly, thank you, fair lady; the wound has entirely healed, but my strength doesn't return very fast."