CHAPTER XV.
“How Happy Could I Be With Either.”
Madame Dambreuse, in her boudoir,[193] between her niece and Miss John, was listening to M. Roque as he described the severe military duties he had been forced to perform.
She was biting her lips, and appeared to be in pain.
“Oh! ‘tis nothing! it will pass away!”
And, with a gracious air:
“We are going to have an acquaintance of yours at dinner with us,—Monsieur Moreau.”
Louise gave a start.
“Oh! we’ll only have a few intimate friends there—amongst others, Alfred de Cisy.”
And she spoke in terms of high praise about his manners, his personal appearance, and especially his moral character.
Madame Dambreuse was nearer to a correct estimate of the state of affairs than she imagined; the Vicomte was contemplating marriage. He said so to
