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Updated: May 27, 2025
Even Coralie seemed affected to gravity; or was it that we had touched the spring of her dramatic instinct? After a few minutes I turned to Madame Briande and introduced some indifferent topic. I spoke alone and found no answer. Coralie was now regarding me with obvious curiosity. "The air of this room is hot," said I. "Shouldn't we be better in the other?
Turning away from him, I sat down by Coralie and asked her if supper were ready. "We're waiting for Varvilliers," she answered. "But where is Madame Briande?" "She went upstairs. I wanted a word with Wetter. She'll be down directly." "A word with Wetter?" "Why not, sire?" she asked with aggressive innocence. "There can be no reason why not, mademoiselle," I replied, smiling.
"You are right," said Coralie. "Go and talk to him. The King and I will talk." They went off, Wetter laughing, Varvilliers still a little ruffled by his encounter. Coralie passed her arm through mine and led me to a sofa. I had recovered my composure, was interested, and amused. "Briande," she said suddenly, "is always deploring my stupidity. 'How will you get on, she says, 'without wit?
"And why might you possibly not be able?" "I am a man of many occupations." "Yes. Quarrelling with Wetter is one." "Indeed that's all over." "I'm not sure I believe you." "You reduce me to despair. How can I convince you?" Madame Briande walked suddenly to the door and went out. I heard her invite Vohrenlorf to take a glass of cognac, and his ready acceptance.
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