He had a pang of confusion, and hastily put it into his pocket.
Up to this time there had been no confusion in his mind.

He was going back to do his duty; to marry the girl, union with whom would be an honour; to take his place in his kingdom.

He had had no minute's doubt of that.

It was necessary, and it should be done.

The girl?
Did he not admire her, honour her, care for her?
Why, then, this confusion?
Andree said to him that he might come the next morning for breakfast.
She said it just as the manager and Meyerbeer passed her.