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Jeanne frowned, and without answering, shook her head haughtily. Cayrol continued, without noticing this forecast of a storm: "They envy me; and I can understand it! I would not change places with anybody. There, our friend Prince Panine is very happy; he has married a woman whom he loves and who adores him. Well, he is not happier than I am!"
But the placards announcing the establishment of the Universal Credit Company made their way into the provinces, and one morning Pierre found some stuck on the walls of his establishment. Seeing the name of Panine, and not that of Cayrol, Pierre shuddered. The unpleasant ideas which he experienced formerly when Herzog was introduced to the Desvarennes recurred to his mind.
She commenced reading it, then all at once she exclaimed 'Cayrol and his wife arrived at Nice two days ago! Pierre and I were astonished at the tone in which she uttered these words. She was lost in thought for a few moments, then she said to Pierre: 'You are leaving tonight for Marseilles? Well, I shall go with you.
Micheline was still laughing in the garden. Marechal and Cayrol looked at each other. Cayrol was the first to speak. "The mistress told you all about the matter then? How is it you never spoke to me about it?" "Should I have been worthy of Madame Desvarennes's confidence had I spoken of what she wished to keep secret?" "To me?" "Especially to you.
"I would prefer the hatred of ten men to that of such a woman," answered Cayrol. "Cayrol!" continued Madame Desvarennes, after a few moments of meditation, "the conduct of the business of which you spoke to us a little while ago depends solely on you, does it not?" "On me alone." "Do it at once, then, cost me what it may. Has it been noised abroad?" "No one has the slightest suspicion.
Certainly, nobody esteemed Pierre Delarue more than he did; but it was necessary to know whether Micheline loved him. A childish affection was not love, and Prince Panine thought he might hope that Mademoiselle Desvarennes The mistress did not allow Cayrol to finish his sentence; she rang the bell and asked for her daughter. This time, Cayrol prudently took the opportunity of disappearing.
Cayrol was too much engaged with the new anxieties which Herzog caused him, to look after his wife, and left her quite free to amuse herself. Besides, he had not the least suspicion. Jeanne, like all guilty women, overwhelmed him with kind attentions, which the good man mistook for proofs of love.
He remained silent and confused at the entrance of the room, his courage had deserted him. "Well," said Jeanne, with assumed stiffness, "whatever is the matter, my friend?" "The matter is, my dear Jeanne," began Pierre, "that " But the explanation did not seem so very easy to give, for he stopped and could not go on. "That?" repeated Madame Cayrol. "I beg your pardon," resumed Pierre.
It seemed to her that her foot was sinking, as in those dangerous peat-mosses of which the surface is covered with green grass, tempting one to run on it. Cayrol was under the charm. He drank in the German's words. This clever man, who had never till then been duped, had found his master in Herzog.
"The attempt is novel. Who knows? Perhaps it will succeed!" "May Heaven grant it," said Cayrol. Then, approaching Panine: "Ah! dear Prince, what gratitude I shall owe you! You know," added he in a whisper, "if you need a few thousand louis for wedding presents " "Go, go, corrupter!" replied Serge, with the same forced gayety; "you are flashing your money in front of us.
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