So I commenced the game; I made some cannons, and missed others; but, as Mademoiselle Perle was always running through my mind, I suddenly asked:
“I say, Monsieur Chantal, is Mademoiselle Perle any relation of yours?”
He stopped playing in great surprise, and looked at me.
“What, don’t you know? Have you never heard Mademoiselle Perle’s story?”
“No.”
“Did your father never tell you?”
“No.”
“Well, well, that is strange! That is indeed strange! Why, it is quite a romance!”
He was silent, then began again:
“If you only knew how singular it is that you should ask me that question to-day, on Twelfth-night!”