Then remarking the strange expression of Milady’s countenance, she said, “Pardon me, Madame; you know him by what title?”

“Why,” replied Milady, embarrassed, “why, by the title of friend.”

“You deceive me, Madame,” said the novice; “you have been his mistress!”

“It is you who have been his mistress, Madame!” cried Milady, in her turn.

“I?” said the novice.

“Yes, you! I know you now. You are Madame Bonacieux!”

The young woman drew back, filled with surprise and terror.

“Oh, do not deny it! Answer!” continued Milady.

“Well, yes, Madame,” said the novice, “Are we rivals?”