Thank heaven, Lebel was a faithful servant.
After dinner, when we left the table, Lebel paid me some
compliments; then pulling out his watch, he spoke of an
appointment at the Marais, and left without saying a word of
seeing us again.
At this abrupt departure, comte Jean and I looked at each other
with astonishment. As for Morand, he was overjoyed.
"Well, comtesse," said he, "behold the number of your slaves
increased by an illustrious adorer. You have made a conquest of
M. Lebel, and I am certain he has gone away deeply smitten."
"I hope we shall see him again," said comte Jean.
"Do you doubt it?"
"Assure him," said I, "of the pleasure it will afford us to
receive him as he merits."
Several persons entered, and M. Morand, profiting by the bustle
which their entrance occasioned, approached me, and said, in a
low tone,
"You are in possession of his heart, will you charge me with
any message to him?"
"M. Morand," was my reply, "what are you thinking of? A
woman of my rank throw herself at any person's head?"
"No, certainly not; but you can send him a kind word, or some
affectionate token."
"I could not think of it; M. Lebel appeared to me a most agreeable
man, and I shall be at all times delighted to see him."
Morand asked nothing more than this, and there our conversation ended.
Two days elapsed without being marked by any event.
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