"Oh! it is useless for you to conceal yourself, Bathilde; it is useless for you to try to escape from my love; you shall be mine, for I have sworn it—for you are the loveliest, the most fascinating girl whom I know in Paris to-day!"
Early the next morning Léodgard entered the barber's shop; he ordered a bath, and while it was being prepared he looked at all the windows on the yard, and entered into conversation with the attendant who waited on him.
"Is Master Landry married?"
"Yes, seigneur."
"Where is his wife?"
"Travelling at present; she has gone to Normandie to secure an inheritance."
"Master Landry has a daughter?"
"Yes, seigneur."
"Very pretty, I am told?"