“I did not say that. I only said that if we should meet again it will not be necessary for you to know my name any more than that I should know yours. To me you will be known as Albert, and to you I shall always be Solange.”
“So be it, then; but I say, Solange,” I began.
“I am listening, Albert,” she replied.
“You are an aristocrat—that you admit.”
“If I did not admit it, you would surmise it, and so my admission would be divested of half its merit.”
“And you were pursued because you were suspected of being an aristocrat?”
“I fear so.”
“And you are hiding to escape persecution?”
“In the Rue Ferou, No. 24, with Mme. Ledieu, whose husband was my father’s coachman. You see, I have no secret from you.”
“And your father?”