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cried the young man , `` there is no longer a nobility in these days , -- nothing but an aristocracy . '' `` Go and pay your debts of honor and come back here . I shall engage the coupe of the diligence , for my niece is with me , '' said the old man . That evening , at six o'clock , the three travelers started from the Rue Dauphine . Ursula had put on a veil and did not say a word . Savinien , who once , in a moment of superficial gallantry , had sent her that kiss which invaded and conquered her soul like a love-poem , had completely forgotten the young girl in the hell of his Parisian debts ; moreover , his hopeless love for Emilie de Kergarouet hindered him from bestowing a thought on a few glances exchanged with a little country girl . He did not recognize her when the doctor handed her into the coach and then sat down beside her to separate her from the young viscount .