“I still rely upon your attendance at the ball?” he asked, lingering at the door.
“Yes, Monsieur.”
“And may bespeak a dance?”
“I cannot say no, although it may cost you dear.”
He laughed gaily, his eyes bright with merriment.
“Faith! most pleasures do I find; the world would be dull enough otherwise. Till then, Mademoiselle, adieu.”
We heard his quick step ring on the stone of the passage, and Celeste smiled, her hand on mine.
“A lad of spirit that. The Sieur de la Salle picks his followers well, and knows loyal hearts. The De Artignys never fail.”
“You know of them, Sister?”