"What! already?" they cried in one breath.
"Well, be it so!" said Diane. "I am going to stay just a quarter of an hour longer."
"Be careful, Madame!" said the nurse.
"You are right, nurse; I must and will go now. But one word: in all that you have told me of Gabriel you have omitted—I mean, does he never speak of me?"
"Never, Madame, I must agree."
"Oh, it is better so!" sighed Diane.
"And he would do better still never even to think of you any more."
"Do you believe, nurse, that he does think of me, then?" asked Madame de Castro, eagerly.
"I am only too sure of it, Madame," said Aloyse.
"Nevertheless, he carefully avoids me; he even shuns the Louvre."