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Well, at the decisive moment, when I ought to have struck the blow, my heart failed me. He lives, and Jeanne loves him." There was a pause. "What are you going to do?" "Get rid of him in another way," answered Cayrol. "I had only two ways of killing him. One was to catch him in my own house, the other to call him out. My will failed me in the one case; my want of skill would fail me in the other.
The mistress was frightened, and sent for Cayrol, begging him to remain a director of the European Credit, in order to watch the progress of the new affair. With her practical common sense, she foresaw disasters, and even regretted that Serge had not confined himself to cards and reckless living.
It does not matter to me what place we are in! Being near to you is all I desire." He approached her, and, with beaming eyes, added: "You are so beautiful, Jeanne; and I have loved you so long a time!" She moved away, full of a vague dread. Cayrol, very excitedly, put her cloak round her shoulders, and looking toward the door, added: "The carriage is there, we can go now."
I don't know how you manage it, but you are irresistible! By the way, I was not there when the marriage contract was read, and I, forgot to ask Cayrol. Under what conditions art you married?" The Prince looked at Herzog with a look that was hardly friendly. But the financier appeared so indifferent, that Serge could not help answering him: "My wife's fortune is settled on herself."
Cayrol watched him to see if he spoke to her of love, but Panine was a past master in these drawing-room skirmishes, and the banker got nothing for his pains. That Cayrol was tenacious has been proved. He became intimate with the Prince. He tendered him such little services as create intimacy, and when he was sure of not being repulsed with haughtiness, he questioned Serge.
But overcome with jealousy, the young wife seized her by the arm, dragged off her veil, and recognizing her, exclaimed: "Jeanne!" Madame Cayrol approached Micheline, and beseechingly stretched out her hands: "Micheline! don't think I come " "Hold your tongue!" cried Micheline. "Don't tell me any lies! I know all! You are my husband's mistress!"
I don't suppose that you have addressed this rebuke to me solely for the purpose of telling me that you are in love with my wife!" Pierre disregarded what was insulting in the Prince's answer, and calming himself, by force of will, replied: "I desire, since you ask me, that you forget the folly and error of a moment, and that you swear to me on your honor never to see Madame Cayrol again."
The German knew what opinion he was held in by the public, and that without the prestige of Cayrol's name, and behind that, the house of Desvarennes, he would never have been able to float the European Credit as it had been. He was too cunning not to know this, and Cayrol having declined to join him, he looked round in search of a suitable person to inspire the shareholders with confidence.
"Here I am, quite ready," said the banker to Madame Desvarennes. "Have you any new suggestion to make to me, or anything else to say?" "Yes," replied Madame Desvarennes, in a stern voice which made Cayrol start. "Then make haste. I have only a moment to spare, and you know the train waits for no one." "You will not go!" Cayrol, in amazement, answered: "Do you mean it?
It does not matter to me what place we are in! Being near to you is all I desire." He approached her, and, with beaming eyes, added: "You are so beautiful, Jeanne; and I have loved you so long a time!" She moved away, full of a vague dread. Cayrol, very excitedly, put her cloak round her shoulders, and looking toward the door, added: "The carriage is there, we can go now."
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