"
"Never!" said Angela, "You will never win Sylvie to your way of
thinking, but it is quite possible she may win you!"
"That would be strange indeed," said the Marquis lightly, "The world
is full of wonders, but that would be the most wonderful thing that
ever happened in it! Commend me to the fair Comtesse, Mademoiselle,
and tell her it is _I_ who am about to leave Paris."
"Where are you going?" asked Angela impulsively.
"Ah, feminine curiosity!" said the Marquis laughing, "How it leaps
out like a lightning flash, even through the most rigid virtue!
Chere Mademoiselle, where I am going is my own secret, and not even
your appealing looks will drag it out of me! But I am in no hurry to
go away; I shall not fly off by the midnight train, or the very
early one in the morning, as your romantic friend the Comtesse
Sylvie will probably do,--I have promised the Abbe Vergniaud to hear
him preach on Sunday. I shall listen to a farewell sermon and try to
benefit by it,--after that I take a long adieu of France;--be good
enough to say to the Countesse with my humblest salutations!"
He bowed low over Angela's hand, and with a few more light parting
words took his graceful presence out of the room, and went down the
stairs humming a tune as he departed.
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