Rosalie whispered to me that she could bear it no longer, and begged me to take her away.  We rose, and after we had saluted the company with cold dignity we left the room.  The marquis was visibly disconcerted.  As he escorted us to the door he stammered out compliments, for the want of something to say, telling Rosalie that he should not have the honour of seeing her that evening, but that he hoped to call on her the next day.

When we were by ourselves we seemed to breathe again, and spoke to one another to relieve ourselves of the oppression which weighed on our minds.

Rosalie thought, as well as I, that the marquis had played us a shameful trick, and she told me I ought to write him a note, begging him not to give himself the trouble of calling on us again.

“I will find some means of vengeance,” said I; “but I don’t think it would be a good plan to write to him.  We will hasten our preparations for leaving, and receive him to-morrow with that cold politeness which bears witness to indignation.  Above all, we will not make the slightest reference to his godson.”

“If Petri really loves me,” said she, “I pity him.  I think he is a good fellow, and I don’t feel angry with him for being present at dinner, as he may possibly be unaware that leis presence was likely to give me offence.  But I still shudder when I think of it:  I thought I should have died when our eyes met!  Throughout dinner he could not see my eyes, as I kept them nearly shut, and indeed he could hardly see me.  Did he look at me while he was talking?”

“No, he only looked at me.  I am as sorry for him as you are, for, as you say, he looks an honest fellow.”

“Well, it’s over now, and I hope I shall make a good supper.  Did you notice what the aunt said?  I am sure she was in the plot.  She thought she would gain me over by saying she was ready to treat me like her own child.  She was a decent-looking woman, too.”

We made a good supper, and a pleasant night inclined us to forget the insult the marquis had put upon us.  When we woke up in the morning we laughed at it.  The marquis came to see us in the evening, and greeting me with an air of mingled confusion and vexation, he said that he knew he had done wrong in surprising me as he had, but that he was ready to do anything in his power by way of atonement, and to give whatever satisfaction I liked.

Rosalie did not give me time to answer.  “If you really feel,” said she, “that you have insulted us, that is enough; we are amply avenged.  But all the same, sir, we shall be on our guard against you for the future, though that will be for a short while, as we are just leaving.”

With this proud reply she made him a low bow and left the room.

When he was left alone with me M. Grimaldi addressed me as follows: