"Pray don't," she said.
"The more people that know it, the better," Newman declared.

"I haven't yet announced it here, but I telegraphed it this morning to America." "Telegraphed it to America ?" the old lady murmured.
"To New York, to St.Louis, and to San Francisco; those are the principal cities, you know.

To-morrow I shall tell my friends here." "Have you many ?" asked Madame de Bellegarde, in a tone of which I am afraid that Newman but partly measured the impertinence.
"Enough to bring me a great many hand-shakes and congratulations.

To say nothing," he added, in a moment, "of those I shall receive from your friends." "They will not use the telegraph," said the marquise, taking her departure.
M.de Bellegarde, whose wife, her imagination having apparently taken flight to the tailor's, was fluttering her silken wings in emulation, shook hands with Newman, and said with a more persuasive accent than the latter had ever heard him use, "You may count upon me." Then his wife led him away.
Valentin stood looking from his sister to our hero.

"I hope you both reflected seriously," he said.
Madame de Cintre smiled.