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Vaudrey's wan pallor and Lissac's supplicating gesture appealed to her and at once restored her to herself. It was true! she had no right to cause a scandal. She was within the walls of the ministry, in a common salon into which this girl had almost a right to enter, just like so many others lost in the crowd of guests.
This was now his own watchword, and yet he sought out Jouvenet to whisper to the Prefect of Police what he thought of his conduct. Jouvenet had come and gone. Granet, as if he had divined Lissac's preoccupation, looked at him sneeringly as he whispered to the fat Molina who was seated near him: "Alkibiades!" The soirée, moreover, was terribly wearisome to Lissac.
"Yes, indeed, I have consented. Because I really hoped that you would relieve me from such an undesirable duty, a little too questionable." "You would like? What would you like?" "I wish no, I would have you not marry Monsieur de Rosas." Marianne shrugged her shoulders. She clearly felt the threat conveyed in Lissac's words, but she desired to show from the first that she disdained them.
She was taking away, back to the country, the half-withered Christmas roses received from Grenoble, and in the morbid confusion of the ideas that clashed in her poor brain, she saw once more Lissac's blanched face and heard Guy tell her again: "It is because you are a virtuous woman that I love you!" "A virtuous woman!
Adrienne, blushing a little, looked at Vaudrey with her usual expression of tender devotion as profound as her soul. Sulpice made an effort to smile at Lissac's pleasantries. "No, take care, you know!" added Guy. "As Madame Vaudrey is so often alone, I shall allow myself to come here sometimes to keep her company, and I won't guarantee to you that I won't fall in love with her."
He waited for the next morning with the feverish anxiety of those who cannot sleep. Certainly he would be examined at the first moment. They did so in the case of the vagabonds gathered in during the night and dumped into the lions' den. The whole day passed without Lissac's seeing any other faces than those of his turnkeys, and these men were almost mutes. Then his irritation was renewed.
He simply stated his determination to see what I would say, or gather from my looks what I thought of it." "And you said?" "What I had to say to him: I congratulated him!" Marianne raised her gray eyes to Lissac's face. "Congratulate?" she said slowly. "The woman he marries is pretty enough, I think?"
Some one was on hand to support her. She felt that a hand was holding her arm, she heard some one whisper in her ear: "It is too much, is it not?" She recognized Lissac's voice. Guy looked at her for a moment, quite prepared for this great increase of suffering. "Take me away," she murmured. "I can bear no more! I can bear no more!"
The next day, Marianne rang the bell of Lissac's house in Rue d'Aumale, a little before the appointed hour. "Punctual as a creditor!" she thought. She reached Guy's, ready for anything. She was very pale and charming in her light costume, and she entered as one would go into a fray with head high. She would not leave the place until she had recovered her letters.
He would merely question Vaudrey. As soon as Jouvenet, always polite, grave and impassive, had left "Monsieur le Ministre" in a state of visible nervousness, almost of anxiety, he entered upon his plan. "You know Mademoiselle Kayser intimately then?" he asked Vaudrey, who, taken aback, looked at him for a moment without replying and endeavored to grasp Lissac's purpose.
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