"You have made an unfortunate choice for your first question. I can't answer it, my dear Charles; there are some things that one must keep concealed in the depths of one's soul, that one cannot reveal--even to a friend--especially when---- I did wrong to give way to thoughts that---- No, it's impossible! it cannot be! I say again: I ought not to have had those thoughts that banished my cheerfulness for a moment. It is altogether useless to mention that subject again." "I see only one thing clearly, Frédérique; and that is that you have a secret that you won't trust to me. You may do as you please!" "Now it's my turn to ask questions, monsieur. I have been told--by someone I have talked with about you since that wedding; for I have made some inquiries since then, otherwise you must not think, my dear friend, that I would have asked you to sup with me; a lady in whom I have perfect confidence, and whom you loved dearly once on a time--that ought not to surprise you, you have loved so many! Have you kept notes of your loves?" "Go on, I beg! What did this lady say to you?" "She said much that was flattering to you; that's a fine thing on the part of a mistress one has left; but she expected it, she had served her time. Moreover, it seems that you were very considerate in your treatment of her, and that you remained good friends." "Her name?" "It's not worth while to tell you. This lady, then, spoke to me about you; I led her on, for I was glad to be posted. You had pleased me at the first glance; I had divined at once that we should be good friends some day--good friends, do you understand? that's much better than lover and mistress: it lasts longer." "But, you see, I have continued to be that lady's friend, although she was once my mistress." "That's an exceptional case. Why do you say _you_?" "I beg your pardon; I am not used to the other yet. You were saying?" "I keep digressing, don't I? I prattle along, and say everything that comes into my head. Ah! but it's so nice to be able to lay bare one's thoughts! Don't be impatient; there's no hurry. You are comfortable, aren't you? No woman is expecting you, eh? Let my words flow on at the bidding of my imagination, which sometimes whisks me away from one subject to another. You must be indulgent to your friends!"