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Updated: May 28, 2025
Mademoiselle de Cernay made a gesture of perfect indifference. "Ah! what does the title matter to me?" she exclaimed, with passion. "What I want is you! Nothing but you!" "You do not know what you ask. I love you far too much to associate you with my destiny.
"From childhood I have always read it as easily as a book," said Pierre, with tremulous voice, turning toward the amazed Micheline. Mademoiselle de Cernay tossed her head. "Who knows? Perhaps her disposition has changed during your absence;" and nodding pleasantly, she went toward the house.
In a moment our guests will be gone I beg of you, come with me!" Jeanne smiled. "But you see, dear, I am in evening dress." "The night of our marriage I brought you away from Cernay like that. Wrap yourself up in your furs, and come! Give me this proof of affection. I deserve it. I am not a bad man and I love you so!" Jeanne frowned. This pressing vexed her. "This is childish," she said.
She felt in the way, and uncomfortable. The smiling and superficial politeness of the visitors irritated her nerves. These people were too well bred to be rude toward Panine's mother-in-law, but she felt that their politeness was forced. Under their affected nicety she detected irony. She began to hate them all. Serge, sovereign lord of Cernay, was really happy.
Acting unhesitatingly, as she did in everything, she left her name with the woman, carried Jeanne to her carriage, and took her to Paris, promising herself to make inquiries to find her relatives. A month later, the property of Cernay pleasing her, and the researches for Jeanne's friends not proving successful, Madame Desvarennes took possession of the estate and the child into the bargain.
"Which makes you uncomfortable?" interrupted the young girl mockingly. "Yes, but for your sake only," said he, coldly. "For mine?" "Certainly. I fear your committing an imprudence which might harm you." "Yes; but you with me! And it is that only which makes you afraid." The Prince looked at Mademoiselle de Cernay, smilingly. Changing his tone, he took her hand in his.
Did he love Mademoiselle de Cernay? This question, asked in a trembling voice and with a constrained smile, found the Prince quite calm. He answered lightly that Mademoiselle de Cernay was a very agreeable partner, but that he had never dreamed of offering her his homage. He had other projects in his head.
It was fine to witness the duel between these two beings: the one useful, the other useless; one sacrificing everything to work, the other everything to pleasure. Toward the end of October, the weather at Cernay became unsettled, and Micheline complained of the cold. Country life so pleased Serge that he turned a deaf ear to her complaints.
He looked around him. Nobody was observing him. Pierre was beside Marechal, who was whispering those words which only true friends can find in the sad hours of life. Madame Desvarennes was holding Micheline in her arms. Serge approached Mademoiselle de Cernay. Jeanne still fixed on him the same menacing look. He was afraid. "Take care!" he said.
Acting unhesitatingly, as she did in everything, she left her name with the woman, carried Jeanne to her carriage, and took her to Paris, promising herself to make inquiries to find her relatives. A month later, the property of Cernay pleasing her, and the researches for Jeanne's friends not proving successful, Madame Desvarennes took possession of the estate and the child into the bargain.
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