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The husband, beside himself, pale as death and trembling convulsively, could not utter a word, and was about to rush upon her when the door opened, and Madame Desvarennes appeared, holding in her hand the letters which she had written for Cayrol to take back to Paris. Jeanne uttered a cry of joy, and with a bound threw herself into the arms of her who had been a mother to her.
I have not mentioned it to a living soul," said the banker "except to my wife," added he with a frankness which drew a smile from Pierre. "But my wife and I are one." "What did she say?" asked Madame Desvarenes, looking straight at Cayrol. "If I had been the person concerned," he said, "she could not possibly have been more affected. She loves you so much, Madame, you and those belonging to you.
He tried to take her in his arms, but the young wife disengaged herself. "Leave me alone!" she said, moving away. Cayrol looked at her in amazement. "What is it? You are trembling and frightened!" He tried to jest: "Am I so very terrible, then? Or is it the idea of leaving here that troubles you so much? If so, why did you not tell me sooner? I can understand things.
It was necessary for me to have some one to whom I could speak, or else my heart would have burst! Come, do your errand. The Prince?" "A lot it has to do with the Prince," exclaimed Cayrol, in a huff. "Pierre has arrived!" Madame Desvarennes rose abruptly. A rush of blood rose to her face, her eyes brightened, and her lips opened with a smile. "At last!" she cried. "But where is he?
"We shall see how the marriage settlements are drawn up." "But," cried Cayrol, "I would not have it said that I was leading Madame Desvarennes's son-in-law into speculations." "Who is speaking of that?" replied Herzog, coldly. "Am I seeking shareholders? I have more money than I want; I refuse millions every day."
He had already saved the European Credit Company by separating it six weeks before from the Universal Credit Company, notwithstanding Madame Desvarennes's supplications to keep them together, in the hope that the one would save the other. But Cayrol, practical, clear, and implacable, had refused, for the first time, to obey Madame Desvarennes.
He passed over to the side of the newcomer with arms and baggage, and placed himself entirely at his disposal. It was he who three weeks before, in the name of Panine, had made overtures to Madame Desvarennes. The errand had been difficult, and the banker had turned his tongue several times in his mouth before speaking. Still, Cayrol could overcome all difficulties.
Many of the guests looked at each other and whispered words which Micheline did not hear, and if she had heard would not have understood. "It is heroic!" some said. Others answered, "It is the height of impudence." The Princess was talking with Suzanne and was looking at her husband who, leaning against a door, was following Jeanne with his eyes. At a sign from Cayrol, Marechal left the room.
How did you hear of his return?" "Ah! faith, it was just by chance. I was shooting yesterday at Fontainebleau, and I returned this morning by the express. On arriving at Paris, I alighted on the platform, and there I found myself face to face with a tall young man with a long beard, who, seeing me pass, called out, 'Ah, Cayrol! It was Pierre. I only recognized him by his voice.
It is wrong, because it is near him, in honorable and right existence, that they find peace and forgetfulness." Cayrol's heart was torn by anxiety, and with trembling voice he tried to read the effect of his words on Jeanne's features. She had turned away. Cayrol bent toward her and said: "You don't answer me." And as she still remained silent, he took her hand and forced her to look at him.
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