“Will you come with me, Monsieur d’Apreval?”
He bowed with a smile, and with all the gallantry of former years:
“I will go wherever you go,” he replied.
“Very well, then, go and get a sunstroke,” Monsieur de Cadour said; and he went back to the Hôtel des Bains to lie down for an hour or two.
As soon as they were alone, the old lady and her old companion set off, and she said to him in a low voice, squeezing his hand:
“At last! at last!”
“You are mad,” he said in a whisper. “I assure you that you are mad. Think of the risk you are running. If that man—”
She started.
“Oh! Henri, do not say that man, when you are speaking of him.”
“Very well,” he said abruptly, “if our son guesses anything, if he has any suspicions, he will have you, he will have us both in his power. You have got on without seeing him for the last forty years. What is the matter with you to-day?”