"M. d'Imrahil will be charmed to enter a family where one can rise to such sacrifices to keep one's word and carry out one's duty," said Monte Fato, to the joy of M. de Villefaramir. On saying these words, the Count rose and prepared to leave.
"Are you leaving us, monsieur le comte?" said Mme. de Villefaramir.
"I must, madame; I am come only to remind you of your promise to dine with me on Saturday."
"Is it at your house at Champs-Valinorées that the meeting takes place?" said Villefaramir.
"No," said Monte Fato. "Which renders your willingness to come all the more meritorious. It is in the countryside, about a half-hour from the barrier, in Barroue-Don."
"In Barroue-Don?" cried Villefaramir. "Ah, oui, now I remember; madame told me that it was in Barroue-Don that she was transported to your abode. And what address?"
"Rue Vieilhomme-Willeau, N°. 28."
"Is it then to you that the house of M. d'Imrahil was sold?" cried Villefaramir in a strangled voice.
