And why should she care about that girl in England?
She was not supposed to know.

The other had everything in her favour; what had Andree the gipsy girl, or Mademoiselle Victorine, the dompteuse?
One Sunday evening, after dining together, she asked him to take her to see Saracen.

It was a long-standing promise.

She had never seen him riding; for their hours did not coincide until the late afternoon or evening.

Taking Annette, they went to his new apartments.