“Oh! it’s because it is cruel to be constantly deceived in this way! to be fooled again and again! and for whom, I ask you?”
“I don’t know what you ask me, but let me go; you hurt me; I shall be obliged to call for help.”
“But is it really she, after all? I must confound her.—Raymond!”
I turned toward my companion, and not until then did I notice his piteous expression and terrified eyes; I released his arm, and, becoming a little calmer, asked him what the matter was.
“The matter! Faith! you seem to have attacks of brain fever; you squeeze my arm so that you make me yell, and you utter exclamations that I don’t understand.”
“I was thinking about something that I’ll tell you of later. But let us go back to this intrigue of your friend: it interests me very much. Monsieur de Grandmaison sups to-night with his new conquest?”
“Yes, to-night.”
“I am very curious to see this woman who you say is so pretty.”
“Faith! so am I, for I don’t know her any more than you do, and I am looking forward to seeing her.”