"The marquis? was he a marquis then? Well, I had my doubts about it."
"Please answer me."
"Yes, madame, my master ordered me to go, and I left him with this marquis."
"And what followed?"
"I went to bed, madame, and I think that my dear Blanche did the same."
"That wretch Touquet was in league with the marquis. It was he who delivered up to him that young girl."
"What do you say, madame? do you think that my master?—"
"Is a scoundrel!"
"Speak lower, I beg of you; if he should come in, if he should hear you. But you are mistaken, madame, my master had consented to Blanche's marriage to Urbain."
"The better to hide his plans."