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`` Nothing , '' he replied . `` There is something between them , '' thought Mademoiselle des Touches . The marquise was impenetrable . Camille tried to make Calyste talk , hoping that his artless mind would betray itself ; but the youth excused himself on the ground that his mother expected him , and he left Les Touches at eleven o'clock , -- not , however , without having faced the fire of a piercing glance from Camille , to whom that excuse was made for the first time . After the agitations of a wakeful night filled with visions of Beatrix , and after going a score of times through the chief street of Guerande for the purpose of meeting the answer to his letter , which did not come , Calyste finally received the following reply , which the marquise 's waiting-woman , entering the hotel du Guenic , presented to him . He carried it to the garden , and there , in the grotto , he read as follows : -- Madame de Rochefide to Calyste . You are a noble child , but you are only a child .