CHAPTER VI. OF HOW ANDREA BECAME LOVE-SICK 

With what fictions I could call to mind I put off Andrea's questions touching the peculiar fashion of St. Auban's leave-taking. Tell him the truth and expose to him the situation whereof he was himself the unconscious centre I dared not, lest his high-spirited impetuosity should cause him to take into his own hands the reins of the affair, and thus drive himself into irreparable disaster. 

Andrea himself showed scant concern, however, and was luckily content with my hurriedly invented explanations; his thoughts had suddenly found occupation in another and a gentler theme than the ill-humour of men, and presently his tongue betrayed them when he drew the conversation to the ladies to whom he had resigned his apartments. 

"Pardieu! Gaston," he burst out, "she is a lovely maid--saw you ever a bonnier?" 

"Indeed she is very beautiful," I answered, laughing to myself at the thought of how little he dreamt that it was of Yvonne St. Albaret de Canaples that he spoke, and not minded for the while to enlighten him. 

"If she be as kind and gentle as she is beautiful, Gaston, well--Uncle Giulio's plans are likely to suffer shipwreck. I shall not leave Choisy until I have spoken to her; in fact, I shall not leave until she leaves." 

"Nevertheless, we shall still be able to set out, as we had projected, after dining, for in an hour, or two at most, they will proceed on their journey." 

He was silent for some moments, then: 
Who is Andrea?
was it reciprocated?
was he focused on it?
was he entertaining other romantinc partners?
Who was he having over to his place?
Who was Gaston
who were they talking about?
who did they refer to as beautiful?
was she the maid?
What were they doing before setting out?
how long until they start their adventure?
a man who is in love
HOW ANDREA BECAME LOVE-SICK 
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 shall not leave Choisy until I have spoken to her
yes
is thoughts had suddenly found occupation in another and a gentler theme than the ill-humour of men, and presently his tongue betrayed them when he drew the conversation to the ladies
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the narrator
"Pardieu! Gaston," he burst out
Yvonne St. Albaret de Canaples
"Indeed she is very beautiful," I answered, laughing to myself at the thought of how little he dreamt that it was of Yvonne St. Albaret de Canaples that he spoke
Yvonne St. Albaret de Canaples
"Indeed she is very beautiful," I answered, laughing to myself at the thought of how little he dreamt that it was of Yvonne St. Albaret de Canaples
yes
she is a lovely maid--saw you ever a bonnier?" 

"Indeed she is very beautiful," I answered, laughing to myself at the thought of how little he dreamt that it was of Yvonne St. Albaret de Canaples that he spoke
dining
Nevertheless, we shall still be able to set out, as we had projected, after dining
an hour or two at most
"Nevertheless, we shall still be able to set out, as we had projected, after dining, for in an hour, or two at most, they will proceed on their journey." 