“Yes, of Mademoiselle Charnot, whom I was in love with and wished to marry. Do you understand?”
He leaned against the railing and folded his arms.
“Marry! Well, I never! A woman you wanted to marry?”
“Why, yes; what’s the matter?”
“To marry! How could I have imagined such a thing? Here were matters of the utmost importance going on, and I knew nothing about them. Marry! You might be announcing your betrothal to me at this moment if you’d-Still you are quite sure she is betrothed?”
“Larive told me so.”
“Who’s Larive?”
“A friend of mine.”
“Oh, so you have only heard it through a friend?”
“Yes, uncle. Do you really think there may still be hope, that I still have a chance?”