"True! there are lots of things that one would not do—that one bitterly regrets having done!"
A long silence ensued. Madame de Grangeville broke it by exclaiming suddenly:
"You could never guess whom I met in the country last summer—Monsieur le Comte de Brévanne!"
"Really?"
"Yes, at a party, in a wood, where there were a great many people. I saw him at a distance in the crowd; I saw that he was looking at me and that he recognized me."
"Do you think so?"
"Do I think so! It was evident enough, for his manner was very agitated. I too recognized him instantly; he has changed hardly at all, except that his hair is turning gray; the face is still the same; he is good-looking—yes, he is a very handsome man!"
"Had you never discovered that before?"
"What an unkind thing to say to me!"
"Well! did you speak?"