"She is an angel, and I am madly in love with her." "So I
guessed; did you tell her so?"

"Yes."

"And did she promise to believe you?"

"No."

"She is not like Prudence."

"Did she promise to?"

"Better still, my dear fellow. You wouldn't think it; but she is
still not half bad, poor old Duvernoy!"



Chapter 11

At this point Armand stopped.

"Would you close the window for me?" he said. "I am beginning to
feel cold. Meanwhile, I will get into bed."

I closed the window. Armand, who was still very weak, took off
his dressing-gown and lay down in bed, resting his head for a few
moments on the pillow, like a man who is tired by much talking or
disturbed by painful memories.