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Serge had risen, he was deeply embittered at what Delarue had just told him, and was trying to recover his calmness. Pierre, trembling with emotion and anger, was also striving to check their influence. "It seems to me," said the Prince, mockingly, "that in your claim there is more than the outcry of an irritated conscience; it is the complaint of a heart that still loves."
Pierre and Marechal had come nearer, and Madame Desvarennes, profiting by this mingling of groups, introduced the men to each other. On hearing the name of Pierre Delarue, Herzog looked thoughtful, and asked if the young man was the renowned engineer whose works on the coast of Africa had caused so much talk in Europe?
It was a terrible sight, and one that Pierre could not forget. But Herzog, with his cajoling sweetness, protested against this exaggerated picture. Delarue had arrived during the dog-days a bad time. And then, it was necessary for the work to be carried on without delay. Besides, a few Moors, more or less what did it matter? Negroes, all but monkeys!
"In real life," said Kennedy, his voice purposely betraying that he meant it to have a personal application, "husbands do not forgive even rumours of ah shall we say affinities? much less the fact." "In real life," she replied, "wives do not have affinities as often as some newspapers and plays would have us believe." "I saw Delarue after the performance last night," went on Kennedy inexorably.
It was a terrible sight, and one that Pierre could not forget. But Herzog, with his cajoling sweetness, protested against this exaggerated picture. Delarue had arrived during the dog-days a bad time. And then, it was necessary for the work to be carried on without delay. Besides, a few Moors, more or less what did it matter? Negroes, all but monkeys!
She did not like Savinien, her nephew, and kept all her sweetness for the son of one of their old neighbors in the Rue Neuve-Coquenard, a small haberdasher, who had not been able to get on, but continued humbly to sell thread and needles to the thrifty folks of the neighborhood. The haberdasher, Mother Delarue, as she was called, had remained a widow after one year of married life.
It was a terrible sight, and one that Pierre could not forget. But Herzog, with his cajoling sweetness, protested against this exaggerated picture. Delarue had arrived during the dog-days a bad time. And then, it was necessary for the work to be carried on without delay. Besides, a few Moors, more or less what did it matter? Negroes, all but monkeys!
He showed himself at the noon-day dinner, before Captain Delarue departed, grave and silent, but betraying no agitation; and he roused himself from his sad musings at the supper-hour, to arrange his hair, and assume the ordinary dress of gentlemen in the evening; though Philip laughed at the roses adorning his shoes, and his fresh ruff, as needless attentions to an old ruffian like the Chevalier.
Then the heavy curtain was lifted again, and tottering, livid, almost dead, Micheline entered the room. Pierre, serious and cold, walked behind her. The Princess, feeling tired, had come into the house. Chance had led her there to witness this proof of misfortune and treason. Both she and Delarue looked at each other, silent and overwhelmed.
He took a few steps toward the door, then, returning to Marechal, held out his hand: "Without a grudge, eh?" The secretary allowed his hand to be shaken without answering, and the banker went out, saying to himself: "He is without a sou and has prejudices! There's a lad without a future." On reaching Paris, Pierre Delarue experienced a strange feeling.
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