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"You ask if I am sure my brother is married!" said Mad. de Lorgeville with petrified astonishment. "You are surely jesting?"
After a decennial absence, I know nobody in Paris I am just as much of a stranger as the ambassador of Siam.... Who knows Mad. de Lorgeville? M. de Balaincourt is the only person in Paris who can give me the desired information he is a living court calendar. I fly to see M. de Balaincourt.
"Ah you know him!... My brother Léon and his wife." ... I started so violently that I dropped Mad. de Lorgeville's arm she looked frightened, and I said in a painfully constrained voice: "And his wife.... Mad. de Varèzes?... Ah! I did not know that M. de Varèzes was married." "My brother was married a month ago," said Mad. Lorgeville. "He married Mlle. de Bligny."
She read your letter, and wished for once in her life to enjoy uttering a shriek of alarm and faint at the sight of a love letter; so come monsieur," said Mad. de Lorgeville, smilingly leading me towards the house, "come and make your excuses to Mlle. de Chantverdun, who has recovered her senses and sent me to her rendezvous."
I congratulate myself upon being able to present it to you. Can you not give me back half of it, madame?" "Yes, monsieur, come and take it yourself," said Madame de Lorgeville; "but you must use it with discretion before witnesses." "I can assure you, madame, that I have not come to your château in search of gayety. Allow me to escort you to the door and then retire."
"Are you certain of that, madame?" This question was asked in a voice and accompanied by an expression of countenance that would have made a painter or musician desperate, even were they Rossini or Delacroix. Mad. de Lorgeville, alarmed a second time by my excited manner, looked at me with commiseration, as if she thought me crazy! Certainly neither my face nor manner indicated sanity.
At this office of public secrets they said to me: Mlle. de Chateaudun left Paris five days ago. On the 12th she passed the night at Sens; she then took the route to Burgundy; changed horses at Villevallier, and on the 14th stopped at the château of Madame de Lorgeville, seven miles from Avallon. The particularity of this information startled me. What wonderful clock-work! What secret wheels!
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