"I seem to be picking up the news by chance!" "My suspense came to an end yesterday," said Newman.
"And how long was mine to have lasted ?" said the marquise to her daughter.

She spoke without irritation; with a sort of cold, noble displeasure.
Madame de Cintre stood silent, with her eyes on the ground.

"It is over now," she said.
"Where is my son--where is Urbain ?" asked the marquise.

"Send for your brother and inform him." Young Madame de Bellegarde laid her hand on the bell-rope.

"He was to make some visits with me, and I was to go and knock--very softly, very softly--at the door of his study.