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Micheline, leaving her mother, went to her husband. "Serge, it is not yet late. Suppose we put in an appearance at the work-people's ball? I promised them, and the good folks will be so happy!" "As you please. I am awaiting your orders. Let us make ourselves popular!" Madame Desvarennes had gone to her room.
Cayrol came every morning to talk on business matters with Madame Desvarennes. He had resumed the direction of his banking establishment. The great scheme of the European Credit Company had been launched by Herzog, and promised great results. Still Herzog caused Cayrol considerable anxiety.
Think that I have lived for years without kindred, without ties at random; and, believe me, any chain will be light and sweet which holds me to any one or anything. And then," frankly added he, changing his tone and looking at Madame Desvarennes with tenderness, "if I did not do everything to please you I should be ungrateful." "Oh!" cried Madame Desvarennes, "unfortunately that is not a reason."
The secretary joined Madame Desvarennes, who had come with Pierre and had remained in Cayrol's private office. During this party matters of moment were to be discussed, and a consultation was about to take place between the interested parties. On seeing Marechal enter, Madame only uttered one word: "Cayrol?" "Here he is," answered the secretary. Cayrol came in, hurriedly.
This is not the moment, I assure you. You don't exactly realize your situation. Don't you understand that I am prepared to tell Madame Desvarennes everything " "Everything!" said the Prince. "In truth, it would not amount to much. You would tell her that I met you in England; that I courted you, and that you found my attentions agreeable. And then?
This hard worker, who was in a fair way of making his own position without costing his relatives anything, greatly interested Madame Desvarennes. She found in this plucky nature a striking analogy to herself. She formed projects for Pierre's future; in fancy she saw him enter the Polytechnic school, and leave it with honors.
This manoeuvre succeeded each time, although Madame Desvarennes had seen through it from the first. It appeared as if the mother felt a secret joy in proving under all circumstances the unbounded adoration which she felt for her daughter. She often said: "Pretty as she is, and rich as I shall make her, what husband will be worthy of Micheline?
Madame Desvarennes listened to that sweet voice; she had never heard it so full of charm. She understood what influence this sweetness had exercised over Micheline; she repented not having watched over her more carefully, and cursed the hour that had brought all this evil upon them. She was obliged, however, to answer him. The mistress went straight to the point.
It is not usual to come and say to a husband, twelve hours after marriage, 'Sir, I am very sorry, but I love somebody else! It would be too convenient. I shall not lend myself to these whims." "Cayrol, oblige me by speaking in a lower tone," said Madame Desvarennes, quietly. "There is some misunderstanding between you and this child." The husband shrugged his broad shoulders.
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?
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