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I give you warning, Monsieur Prefect, if you intend imposing on us some Parisian with a flower in his buttonhole, I shall pack him back to his club him, his flower, and his buttonhole! You may set that down for a sure thing " "Dear uncle!" said Madame de Tecle, indicating Camors with a glance.
Madame de Camors, however, with an air of resolution the circumstances did not seem entitled to demand, prepared immediately to go out, then followed her husband from the house, leaving her little son in charge of her mother.
Cashmeres, laces, velvets, silks of the finest quality, covered the chairs. On the chimneypiece, the tables, and the consoles, were strewn the jewel-cases. While Madame de la Roche-Jugan was exhibiting to Camors these magnificent things of which she failed not to give him the prices Charlotte, who had been notified of the Count's presence, entered the salon.
"Leave me, I pray you!" she cried, with an impetuous gesture of her hand, as she sank upon the sofa, and buried her face in her hands. Of course Camors did not obey. He seated himself by her. In a little while Juliette awoke from her trance; but she awoke a lost woman! How bitter was that awakening! She measured at a first glance the depth of the awful abyss into which she had suddenly plunged.
"Ah, that is pretty!" exclaimed Camors, at last. "And you recognize my plan, Number Three, do you not?" asked Lescande, eagerly. "Your plan Number Three? Ah, yes, perfectly," replied Camors, absently. "And your pretty little cousin is she within?"
The eclat of such a life would constitute the vengeance of Camors, and force to repent bitterly those who had dared to misunderstand him. The recent mourning of the Marquise commanded them, notwithstanding, to adjourn the realization of their dream, if they did not wish to wound the conscience of the public. They felt it, and resolved to travel for a few months before settling in Paris.
But Vautrot, whenever he looked at her, wore such a sympathetic air and seemed so mortified when she did not invite him to stay, that, even when wearied of him, she frequently did so. About the end of the month of April, M. Vautrot was alone with the Countess de Camors about ten o'clock in the evening. They were reading Goethe's Faust, which she had never before heard.
He ended by confessing to Madame de Campvallon the goal of his excursions. The Comtesse de Camors, yielding to considerations the details of which would not be interesting, had continued to live at Reuilly since her husband had abandoned her. Reuilly was distant twelve leagues from Campvallon, which could be made shorter by a crosscut.
"Will you be kind enough, Monsieur," she said, "to let me know whom I have the honor of receiving?" "I am Monsieur de Camors." "Ah! Then I have excuses also to make. It was probably you whom we saw this morning. We have been very rude my daughter and I but we were ignorant of your arrival; and Reuilly has been so long deserted."
She desired also to meditate in solitude, in order to decide what course to take under such unexampled circumstances. Finally, she had not the courage to see M. de Camors again if she ever could see him again until some time had elapsed. It was not without anxiety that she awaited the reply of the Count to the request she had addressed him.
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