"And how many servants?"
"How many servants? Why, just one; and I fancy that one was sufficient. I saw a sort of lady's maid, who doubtless does everything."
The count's face darkened. He was silent for some moments, then muttered:
"So she has spent, squandered her fortune; and at the age when illusions vanish, she will find herself destitute perhaps!"
Monsieur de Merval made no reply, but took his hat.
"Are you going to leave me already?" said the count; "I hoped to keep you with me all day."
"You are very kind, but it is impossible to-day; I must return to Paris."
"But at all events, you will promise to come again to see me?"
"I will come next week, if you care to receive me."
"I shall count upon you, and long for you as for a sunny day."