“Yes, monsieur.”
“Has the lady who slept here had everything that she wanted?”
“Oh, yes! monsieur; don’t you be afraid; that lady hasn’t wanted for anything. She’s upstairs. By the way, she says that she’s beginning to get tired of being all alone.”
“Patience! monsieur here has come to keep her company.—How about the breakfast; is it ordered?”
“Yes, monsieur; and it will be fine, I tell you. I was the one that went to the restaurant——”
“This little rascal is overflowing with intelligence,” said Daréna, turning to Chérubin, “and I recommend him to you in case you need anything.—Well, my dear friend, here you are with your charmer now, and I will leave you.”
“What! you are going to leave me?” cried Chérubin, almost in an offended tone.
“Why, I don’t see that there is anything more for me to do here; the rest is your business. You are going to breakfast tête-à-tête with a little foreigner, who is mad over you. Would not a third person be in the way?”
“Oh, yes! of course. Well, then, au revoir.”
“Au revoir, my dear marquis, and may love crown you with its sweetest favors!”