“I must leave you; but the countess is at home, and she would never
forgive me if I did not take you in to present your respects to her.
Come! But be careful and don’t say a word of my troubles. It would kill
her.”
And, before Daniel could recover from his bewilderment, the count had
opened a door, and pushed him into the room, saying,--
“Sarah, M. Champcey.”
Sarah started up as if she had received an electric shock. Her husband
had left them; but, even if he had been still in the room, she would
probably not have been any more able to control herself.
“You!” she cried, “Daniel, my Daniel!”