for a more appropriate opportunity when he should again interrogate
her, or receive an avowal proprio motu. At the door of her apartment the
baroness met Mademoiselle Cornelie, her confidential maid. "What is my
daughter doing?" asked Madame Danglars.
"She practiced all the evening, and then went to bed," replied
Mademoiselle Cornelie.
"Yet I think I hear her piano."
"It is Mademoiselle Louise d'Armilly, who is playing while Mademoiselle
Danglars is in bed."
"Well," said Madame Danglars, "come and undress me." They entered
the bedroom. Debray stretched himself upon a large couch, and Madame
Danglars passed into her dressing-room with Mademoiselle Cornelie. "My
dear M. Lucien," said Madame Danglars through the door, "you are always
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