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Cayrol scratched his ear, and felt taken aback by this plain speaking. "The fact is " stammered he. "Have you forgotten your engagement?" asked Serge, frowning. "No," replied Cayrol, speaking slowly, "but I met Madame Desvarennes yesterday." "And what had that to do with your intentions?" "Zounds! It had everything to do with them.
Madame Desvarennes entered. At the first glance, the men noticed the traces of the emotion she had just experienced. They rose and waited in silence. When the mistress was in a bad humor everybody gave way to her. It was the custom. She nodded to Cayrol, and walked up and down the office, absorbed in her own thoughts. Suddenly stopping, she said: "Marechal, prepare Prince Panine's account."
Let us above all things keep guard over our words and our behavior. On no account must Micheline suspect anything." Thus, at the most solemn moments, when fortune and honor, perhaps, were compromised, the mother thought of her daughter's welfare and happiness. Cayrol went up to the Prince's rooms. He had just come in, and was opening his letters, while having a cigarette in the smoking-room.
The shrewd close fisted Auvergnat! A girl without a fortune! Cayrol Silex as he was called in the commercial world on account of his hardness. This living money-bag had a heart then! It was necessary to believe it since both money-bag and heart had been placed at Mademoiselle de Cernay's feet. This strange girl was certainly destined to millions.
There was something mournfully comic in this stubbornness of Cayrol's, in throwing her in the way of Serge. Cayrol, embarrassed by Jeanne's silence, waited a moment. "What is the matter?" he asked. "You are just like the Prince when I spoke to him on the subject." Jeanne turned away abruptly. Cayrol's comparison was too direct. His blunders were becoming wearisome.
A traitor to me, and a traitor toward his friend, that is the man whom I am ashamed to own it I love!" "Compose yourself! Someone is coming," said Madame Desvarennes, and at the same time the door opened and Jeanne appeared, followed by Marechal, who was anxious at their disappearance. "Is Micheline ill?" inquired Madame Cayrol, coming forward. "No; it is nothing.
Cayrol, in his anxiety, had applied for the scrip and had only found the receipt given to the cashier. Although the transaction was most irregular, Cayrol had not said anything; but, utterly cast down, had gone to Madame Desvarennes to tell her of the fact. The Prince was in bed, pretending to be ill.
The name of Cayrol, and his presence at the head of affairs, had reassured the public, and the shareholders gathered round him, passing a vote of confidence. The banker, devoted to his task, next sought to save Panine, who was at that very moment robbing him of his honor and happiness in the house of the Avenue Maillot. Pierre, Cayrol, and Madame Desvarennes met in Marechal's private office.
I know all about that! I mean his relation to Madame Desvarennes." "Zounds! If we were in Venice in the days of the Aqua-Toffana, the sbirri and the bravi " "What rubbish!" interrupted Cayrol, shrugging his shoulders. "Let me continue," said the secretary, "and you can shrug your shoulders afterward if you like.
He nodded a farewell to Pierre and Madame Desvarennes, who were leaving, and recovering himself, advanced to meet Jeanne. "Are you off?" she inquired. "You know you have no time to lose!" Cayrol shuddered. She seemed anxious to get rid of him. "I have still a few minutes to spend with you," he said, with emotion. "You see, Jeanne, I am sad at going away alone. It is the first time I have left you.
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