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Madame Desvarennes entered. At the first glance, the men noticed the traces of the emotion she had just experienced. They rose and waited in silence. When the mistress was in a bad humor everybody gave way to her. It was the custom. She nodded to Cayrol, and walked up and down the office, absorbed in her own thoughts. Suddenly stopping, she said: "Marechal, prepare Prince Panine's account."
"Jeanne!" called the voice of Cayrol from the outside, sounding mournfully in the silence, "Jeanne, open!" And with his fist he knocked imperatively on the woodwork. "I know you are there! Open, I say!" he cried, with increasing rage. "If you don't open the door, I'll " "Go! I beseech you!" whispered Jeanne, in Panine's ear. "Go downstairs again, and break open the door.
His glance seemed to be fathoming the depths of Panine's pockets, and the latter instinctively tightened his arms across his chest, so that Herzog might not see that his pocketbook was empty. "What are you talking about?" asked Serge, at last, with a constrained smile. "About things which must greatly interest you," said Herzog, familiarly. "Come, be sincere.
She had a presentiment that an irreparable rupture had just taken place between herself and her son-in-law. She had ruffled Panine's pride. She felt that he would never forgive her. She went to her room sad and thoughtful. Life was becoming gloomy for this poor woman. Her confidence in herself had disappeared. She hesitated now, and was irresolute when she had to take a decision.
From that time he lost the sense of right and wrong. He admitted the unlikely, and found the impossible quite natural. He was a docile tool in the hands of Herzog. The rumor of this unforeseen change in Panine's circumstances soon reached Madame Desvarennes's ears.
It is hardly worth while between you and me." And taking Panine's arm Herzog walked on with him. "Your carriage is there? all right, mine will follow. I want to talk to you. Your troubles cannot last. I will show you the means of extricating yourself and that without delay, my dear sir." And without consulting Panine he seated himself beside him in the carriage.
As if to verify the banker's words, a merry peal of laughter was heard through the half-open window. It was Micheline, who, with returning gayety, was making up for the three weeks' sadness she had experienced during Panine's absence. Madame Desvarennes went to the window, and looked into the garden.
His glance seemed to be fathoming the depths of Panine's pockets, and the latter instinctively tightened his arms across his chest, so that Herzog might not see that his pocketbook was empty. "What are you talking about?" asked Serge, at last, with a constrained smile. "About things which must greatly interest you," said Herzog, familiarly. "Come, be sincere.
She had a presentiment that an irreparable rupture had just taken place between herself and her son-in-law. She had ruffled Panine's pride. She felt that he would never forgive her. She went to her room sad and thoughtful. Life was becoming gloomy for this poor woman. Her confidence in herself had disappeared. She hesitated now, and was irresolute when she had to take a decision.
"Jeanne!" called the voice of Cayrol from the outside, sounding mournfully in the silence, "Jeanne, open!" And with his fist he knocked imperatively on the woodwork. "I know you are there! Open, I say!" he cried, with increasing rage. "If you don't open the door, I'll " "Go! I beseech you!" whispered Jeanne, in Panine's ear. "Go downstairs again, and break open the door.
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