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"Not myself, though, thank you," replied Micheline, with a sad smile, "I am still very weak, but I will look on." And on Cayrol's arm she entered the large drawing-room. Serge followed with Jeanne. The festivities were at their height. The orchestra was playing a waltz, and in a whirl of silk and gauze the young people seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.
"Well! I keep my promise. If you wish to know who your rival is, come home to-night." Some inaudible words rattled in Cayrol's throat. "A rival! in my house! Can Jeanne be guilty? Do you know, if it is true I will kill them both!" "Deal with them as your conscience dictates," said Madame Desvarennes. "I have acted according to mine."
It is wrong, because it is near him, in honorable and right existence, that they find peace and forgetfulness." Cayrol's heart was torn by anxiety, and with trembling voice he tried to read the effect of his words on Jeanne's features. She had turned away. Cayrol bent toward her and said: "You don't answer me." And as she still remained silent, he took her hand and forced her to look at him.
Cayrol's carriage rolled rapidly along the broad avenue of the park shadowed by tall trees, the lanterns throwing, as they passed, their quivering light on the thickets. The rumbling carriages took the last guests to the railway station. It was past midnight. A nightingale began singing his song of love to the stars. Madame Desvarennes mechanically stopped to listen.
And shaking hands with the Prince, Herzog went to the cashier to get the scrip and deposit the receipt. There was a party at Cayrol's. In the drawing-rooms of the mansion in the Rue Taitbout everything was resplendent with lights, and there was quite a profusion of flowers.
And shaking hands with the Prince, Herzog went to the cashier to get the scrip and deposit the receipt. There was a party at Cayrol's. In the drawing-rooms of the mansion in the Rue Taitbout everything was resplendent with lights, and there was quite a profusion of flowers.
"Not myself, though, thank you," replied Micheline, with a sad smile, "I am still very weak, but I will look on." And on Cayrol's arm she entered the large drawing-room. Serge followed with Jeanne. The festivities were at their height. The orchestra was playing a waltz, and in a whirl of silk and gauze the young people seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.
In a moment she vowed mortal hatred against Panine, and resolved to do all she could to prevent the longed-for marriage with her daughter. She was disturbed in her meditation by Cayrol's voice. He wished to take an answer to the Prince. What must he say to him? "You will let him know," said Madame Desvarennes, "that he must refrain from seeking opportunities of meeting my daughter.
"You don't like music?" asked Marechal, with a laugh. "Yes, military music. But two hours of Schumann and Mendelssohn at high pressure is too much for one man. But I say, Marechal, what do you think of Mademoiselle Herzog's being at Cayrol's soiree. It is a little too strong." "How so?" "Why, the father has bolted, and the daughter is preparing a dance.
In a moment she vowed mortal hatred against Panine, and resolved to do all she could to prevent the longed-for marriage with her daughter. She was disturbed in her meditation by Cayrol's voice. He wished to take an answer to the Prince. What must he say to him? "You will let him know," said Madame Desvarennes, "that he must refrain from seeking opportunities of meeting my daughter.
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