"Yes, monsieur."
"Go and inform her that the Chevalier Chaudoreille has something of great importance to communicate to her."
The domestic returned shortly, and immediately took Chaudoreille to her mistress. Julia was walking up and down her room, deeply agitated.
"I was waiting for you," said she to the chevalier, signing to him to be seated.
"You were waiting for me, signora?"
"Yes, for I have not seen the marquis since I spoke to you. Never yet has he been so long without coming and I do not doubt but some new intrigue is the cause of his abandonment of me."
"Alas, signora, you have divined the truth only too well.
"Then I have been betrayed," cried Julia, making a movement of fury, while Chaudoreille went to seat himself at a respectful distance, putting Rolande across his knee.
"What did you expect, signora? Men are—men. The marquis did not know how to appreciate your grace, your charms, your—"
"Hold your tongue, and tell me immediately all that you know."