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It would have required a much keener vision than that of M. de Campvallon to detect any break, or any discordance, in the audacious comedy which had just been played before him by these two great artists. The mute play of their eyes alone could have betrayed them; and that he could not see.
It would have required a much keener vision than that of M. de Campvallon to detect any break, or any discordance, in the audacious comedy which had just been played before him by these two great artists. The mute play of their eyes alone could have betrayed them; and that he could not see.
"Do think of it," said the General, in a serious tone; and went to join his young wife, whom he understood so well. As to her, she thoroughly understood herself, and analyzed her own character with surprising truth. Madame de Campvallon was just as little what her manner indicated as was M. de Camors on his side. Both were altogether exceptional in French society.
It was Madame de Campvallon, who was crossing the conservatory on the arm of a foreign diplomat. "Pardon me," she said, smiling; "I have disturbed you! How awkward of me!" and she passed out. Madame de Camors suddenly grew very red, and her husband very pale. The diplomat alone did not change color, for he comprehended nothing.
"Do think of it," said the General, in a serious tone; and went to join his young wife, whom he understood so well. As to her, she thoroughly understood herself, and analyzed her own character with surprising truth. Madame de Campvallon was just as little what her manner indicated as was M. de Camors on his side. Both were altogether exceptional in French society.
He recalled that his father, who had served some time in Africa, had been attached to the staff of M. de Campvallon as aide-de-camp, and that he had besides rendered him a great service of a different nature. Notwithstanding that he felt the absurdity of these dreams, and wished to keep his heart free from them, he left the next day for Campvallon.
It was the treachery of those two beings whom he had loved, and who, he believed, loved him. His heart had been broken by the violence of the surprise, the grief, and the horror. One look of Camors told Madame de Campvallon she was a widow. She threw herself on the divan, buried her face in the cushions and sobbed aloud.
The servant, whose name was Daniel, had all his master's confidence, and he loved him with that singular affection which strong natures often inspire in their inferiors. He sent for Madame de Campvallon, who soon came. M. de Camors, recovering from his fainting-fit, was very pale, and was walking across the room when she entered.
Madame de Campvallon, whom M. de Camors had already warned, did not trouble herself much; for the best women, like the worst, excel in comedy, and everything passed off without the General having conceived the shadow of a suspicion. The fine season had passed. M. de Camors had visited the country several times, strengthening at every interview the new tone of his relations with his wife.
Uncertainty is the worst of all evils, because everything may be apprehended. Deprived entirely of all news for eight days, there was no possible catastrophe he did not fancy floating over his head. He had the haughty courage to conceal from Madame de Campvallon the event that had occurred in his house, and to leave her undisturbed while he himself was sleepless for many nights.
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