"Oh! this woman--this woman, before whom I am to tremble--and who, in turn, must tremble before me--where is she?" cried Djalma, with redoubled excitement."Shall I ever find her?"
"One is a good deal, my lord," replied Faringhea, with his sardonic coolness; "he who looks for one woman, will rarely succeed in this country; he who seeks women, is only at a loss to choose."
As the half-caste made this impertinent answer to Djalma, a very elegant blue-and-white carriage stopped before the garden-gate of the house, which opened upon a deserted street.It was drawn by a pair of beautiful blood-horses, of a cream color, with black manes and tails.The scutcheons on the harness were of silver, as were also the buttons of the servants' livery, which was blue with white collars.On the blue hammercloth, also laced with white, as well as on the panels of the doors, were lozenge-shaped coats of arms, without crest or coronet, as usually borne by unmarried daughters of noble families.Two women were in this carriage--Mdlle.de Cardoville and Florine.