“No.”
“Me?” The former sign was repeated.
“Are you displeased with me?” cried Valentine in astonishment. M. Noirtier again closed his eyes.
“And what have I done, dear grandpapa, that you should be angry with me?” cried Valentine.
There was no answer, and she continued:
“I have not seen you all day. Has anyone been speaking to you against me?”
“Yes,” said the old man’s look, with eagerness.
“Let me think a moment. I do assure you, grandpapa—Ah— M. and Madame de Villefort have just left this room, have they not?”
“Yes.”
“And it was they who told you something which made you angry? What was it then? May I go and ask them, that I may have the opportunity of making my peace with you?”
“No, no,” said Noirtier’s look.
“Ah, you frighten me. What can they have said?” and she again tried to think what it could be.
“Ah, I know,” said she, lowering her voice and going close to the old man. “They have been speaking of my marriage—have they not?”
“Yes,” replied the angry look.