"Did she say anything?"
"She said, 'Very well,' madame, and then she wrote this. Then she said again, 'Very well,' and then she went away."
"All right, Selim."
Selim departed.
"Delicious!" said Artois. "I can hear her speaking and see her drifting away consumed by jealousy, in the fog."
"Hush, Emile, don't be so malicious."
"P'f! I must be to-day, for I too am—"
"Nonsense. Be good this evening, be very good."
"I will try."
He kissed her hand, bending his great form down with a slightly burlesque air, and strode out without another word. Hermione sat down to read Miss Townly's note: