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Never seek to know. Remain ignorant as you are on the subject!" "Then he whom you love is related to me, as: you wish to hide his name even from me," said Madame Desvarennes with instinctive anguish. She was silent. Her eyes became fixed. They looked without seeing. She was thinking.
And as the banker remained silent, still looking at the secretary, Madame added: "Does the presence of Marechal make you hesitate in answering me? Speak before him; I have told you more than a hundred times that he knows my business as well as I do." "I have, indeed, advanced some money to the Prince," replied Cayrol. "How much?" inquired Madame Desvarennes. "I don't remember the exact amount.
This woman is remarkable. Gifted with keen understanding and a firm will, she had in former times vowed to make a large fortune, and she has kept her word. She was the daughter of a humble packer of the Rue Neuve-Coquenard. Toward 1848 she married Michel Desvarennes, who was then a journeyman baker in a large shop in the Chaussee d'Antin.
Serge took Cayrol apart. "What are you going to do to-night, my dear fellow? "You know an apartment has been prepared for you here?" "Yes, I have already thanked Madame Desvarennes, but I mean to go back to Paris. Our little paradise is prepared for us, and I wish to enter it to-night. I have my carriage and horses here. I am taking away my wife post-haste."
Within her a persistent thought recurred: that of her irremediable misfortune. Madame Desvarennes looked at her for a moment; then, gently touching her shoulder, resumed; "Won't you answer me? Have you not confidence in me? Have I not brought you up? And if you are not born of me, have not the tenderness and care I have lavished upon you made me your real mother?"
Serge heard the sound of a kiss. In an embrace, the mother had blessed her adopted daughter. Then the Prince saw Madame Desvarennes go slowly past him. And the silence was broken only by the sobs of Jeanne who was half lying on the sofa in the darkness. Serge slipped from his hiding-place and came toward Jeanne. The carpet deadened the sound of his steps.
It is, that not a word which has passed here this morning shall be repeated to any one. Nobody must suspect the proposal that you have just made to me." Cayrol swore to hold his tongue, and he kept his word. Prince Panine left that same night for England. Madame Desvarennes was a woman of quick resolution.
I tell you, and remember this: between Madame Desvarennes and the Prince there is a mortal hatred. One of the two will destroy the other. Which? Betting is open." "But what must I do? The Prince relies on me " "Go and tell him not to do so any longer." "Faith, no! I would rather he came to my office. I should be more at ease. Adieu, Marechal." "Adieu, Monsieur Cayrol. But on whom will you bet?"
There are ugly reports abroad about my father's fortune, and the Argonauts are drawing off." "Will you give me a dance?" said Marechal. "I don't dance to perfection, never having practised much, but with a good will." "Thank you, Monsieur Marechal, I would rather talk. I am not very cheerful to-night, and, believe me, I only came because Madame Desvarennes wished it.
But the placards announcing the establishment of the Universal Credit Company made their way into the provinces, and one morning Pierre found some stuck on the walls of his establishment. Seeing the name of Panine, and not that of Cayrol, Pierre shuddered. The unpleasant ideas which he experienced formerly when Herzog was introduced to the Desvarennes recurred to his mind.
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