"Well, well!" said I. "If you are resolved upon it, it is ended."
He appeared to meditate for a moment, then--"We have decided to be married
by the Cur? of St. Innocent on the day after to-morrow."
"Cr?dieu!" I answered, with a whistle, "you have wasted no time in
determining your plans. Does Yvonne know of it?"
"We have dared tell nobody," he replied; and a moment later he added
hesitatingly, "You, I know, will not betray us."
"Do you know me so little that you doubt me on that score? Have no fear,
Andrea, I shall not speak. Besides, to-morrow, or the next day at latest,
I leave Canaples."
"You do not mean that you are returning to the Lys de France!"
"No. I am going farther than that. I am going to Paris."
"To Paris?"
"To Paris, to deliver myself up to M. de Montr?sor, who gave me leave to go
to Reaux some seven weeks ago."
"But it is madness, Gaston!" he ejaculated.
"All virtue is madness in a world so sinful; nevertheless I go. In a
measure I am glad that things have fallen out with you as they have done,
for when the news goes abroad that you have married Genevi?ve de Canaples
and left the heiress free, your enemies will vanish, and you will have no
further need of me.
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