An hour ago I exposed you to that fine Madame at the house there, and I thought it a marvel that she did not believe me.

I thought it a marvel that she did not see through you, when you stood there before her, confounded, tongue-tied, a rogue convicted.

But I understand now.

She knew you.

She was in the plot, and you were in the plot, and I, who thought that I was opening her eyes, was the only one fooled.