"Not that I know of. Why do you ask, Monsieur?"
"I thought I saw a lady at one of the windows," said I, inventing.
"No doubt. It must have been his wife. She would be the only lady there."
"Oh, but this was surely a young lady," I said, clinging to my preconceptions.
"Certainly. His new wife is young. The children I spoke of were by his first wife, poor woman! Oh, yes, his new wife is young—beautiful too, they say."
"And how do she and the Count agree together, being rather unevenly matched?"
"That is the question. Nobody sees much of their life. She never comes out of the grounds of the chateau, except to church sometimes, when she looks neither to the right nor to the left."
"But who are her people, to have arranged her marriage with such a man?"
"Oh. I believe she has no people. An orphan, whom he took out of a convent. A gentlewoman, yes, but of obscure family."
"I can't suppose she is very happy."