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"No " answered Sulpice trembling. "Simply because I no longer loved him, and that I loved another." She had spoken these last words slowly and in such passionate, vibrating tones that Sulpice felt himself shudder with delight. "Ah," he said, as he went toward her, "is that the reason? Truly, Marianne, is that the reason?" She had not confessed whom she loved, she had spoken only by her looks.
The centenary of the consecration of John Carroll, as the first Roman Catholic bishop in the United States, occurred little more than a year ago. A few months after Bishop Carroll's consecration, he received from the Superior of the Order of St. Sulpice an offer to found a seminary in Baltimore for the education of priests.
She had reached a point when she asked herself if, even for Sulpice, happiness was not far removed from this life of slavery, of feverish politics, which for some time past had been visibly paling his cheeks and rendering him nervous and altogether different from of old. "If you did not love me so much," she said with a sweet smile, "I could believe that you loved me no longer."
Sulpice, pale, and trembling, followed by a few citizens, and among these a young man who seemed quite beside himself, "What is the matter?" demanded the Marshal in an authoritative tone, and the Intendant arose and addressed himself to the young citizen. "Now Clement," said he, "recollect yourself, what has happened to you?"
Many canons and vicars-general, and almost all the cures in the towns were doctors of divinity or of canon law, while ecclesiastical studies, very thorough, had occupied eight or nine years of their youth. Although the method was out of date, much was learned at the Sorbonne and St. Sulpice; at the very least, one became a good logician through prolonged and scientific intellectual gymnastics.
The Gersons would find me as antiquated as Ramel. It is old-fashioned." "I am no longer surprised," added the young wife, "at being so little fashionable. Morally speaking, those hot-houses of platitudes stifle one. Never fear, Sulpice, I shall not be the one to ever again drag you into salons. Are you tired? Are you weary?"
And thus it was that for the second time Margot Fresquyl yielded to the mortal sin of love. "It is certain," Sulpice de Laurièr said, "that I had absolutely forgotten the date on which I was to allow myself to be taken in the very act, with a mistress for the occasion.
"Suffering? No. Vexation, yes You have built many castles of cards in your life Come! how stupid I am!" she said bitterly. "You still build many of them. Well! there it is, you see!" She had withdrawn her hands from Sulpice, and walked away slowly from the border of the lake, going toward the end of the path where her coachman awaited her, his eyes closed and his mouth open.
Were they to visit one after the other all the fancy goods stores? Marianne took pity on him. "Let us return, shall we?" she asked. She called to the coachman: "Rue Prony!" while Sulpice, whom she unwillingly took with her, though he wearily yawned, seized her hand and said as he sneezed: "Ah! how kind you are!"
Adrienne was in her salon. Sulpice heard the sound of voices beyond the door. Some one was talking. "Madame has a visitor?" he inquired of the domestic. "Yes, Monsieur le Ministre Monsieur de Lissac." "What! Guy! what chance brings him here!" Sulpice thought. He opened the door and entered, extending his hand to his friend. "How lucky! it is very kind of you to come."
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