The duchess shook her head.
“Does Monsieur de Bragelonne remain in Paris?” she inquired.
“What think you of it?” inquired Athos.
“Leave him with me,” replied the duchess.
“No, madame; if you have forgotten the history of Oedipus, I, at least, remember it.”
“Really, sir, you are delightful, and I should like to spend a month at Bragelonne.”
“Are you not afraid of making people envious of me, duchess?” replied Athos.
“No, I shall go incognito, count, under the name of Marie Michon.”
“You are adorable, madame.”