"I am in love with her, monsieur, I am passionately in love with her!"
"So it would seem, as your passion made you forget the business Madame Dalmont placed in your hands.—Ah! that was very bad!"
"Here is Monsieur Courtivaux's house; are you going up with me?"
"I should say so! you are quite capable of talking to him of nothing but Thélénie!"
Edmond accompanied the agent to the apartment of the owner of the house at Chelles. He was very accommodating; he was anxious to get rid of his little country estate, and thanks to the eloquence of Edmond, who impressed it upon him that the purchaser was a young widow of small means, he consented to pay the expenses of the transaction. He gave them his notary's address, and suggested that they meet there at three o'clock on the following day. Edmond declared that Madame Dalmont would be there punctually, and informed Monsieur Courtivaux that he would go at once to advise the notary.
While the young man hastily made this arrangement, Chamoureau stood in rapt contemplation before a woman's portrait, and whispered in Edmond's ear:
"Don't you think it looks like her?"
"Like whom?"
"Her!"
"Mademoiselle Agathe?"