"The marquis has taken the young girl to one of his châteaux."
"That is probable."
"But to which one? That's what we must discover."
"I'm of your opinion, that's what we must discover."
"Perhaps this young girl is still in Paris."
"That might very well be. This city is a gulf, a young girl could be lost here like a piece of six liards."
Julia reflected for some moments, and Chaudoreille remained silent, waiting till she should speak that he might echo her words. The young woman walked up and down the room; one could perceive by the trembling which had possession of her that it was only by a great effort that she restrained her fury. Finally, she stopped before Chaudoreille, and said to him,—
"You think, then, that this Blanche does not love Villebelle?"
"I think that, at least, she does not yet love him, since she had never seen him."
"How can you be certain of that?"