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I assure you that Dufilleul is a good match, handsome for one thing " "That's worth a deal!" "Rich." "The deuce he is!" "And then a name which can be divided." "Divided?" "With all the ease in the world. A very rare quality. At his marriage he describes himself as Monsieur du Filleul. A year later he is Baron du Filleul. At the death of his father, an old cad, he becomes Comte du Filleul.
"She was already half-way across the landing when Dufilleul caught her and seized her by the hand. "'Stay, Jeanne, stay! "'Let me go, sir! "'No, hear me first; this is some horrible mistake. I swear' "At this moment a high-pitched voice was heard on the staircase. "'Well, George, how much longer are you going to keep me?
I had to tell her all, every word, down to my rival's name. When she heard that it was Baron Dufilleul, her indignation knew no bounds. She exclaimed that the Baron was an awful man; that she knew all sorts of things about him! Know him? she should think so!
"I have suspected as much since yesterday; I met her at the Salon, and saw a young man with her." "Fair?" "Yes." "Tall?" "Rather." "Good-looking?" "H'm well" "Dufilleul, old chap, friend Dufilleul. Don't you know Dufilleul?" "No." "Oh, yes you do a bit of a stockjobber, great at ecarte, studied law in our year, and is always to be seen at the Opera with little Tigra of the Bouffes." "Poor girl!"
She withdraws in a hurry, 'with her heart in her mouth, as she says; the plot she has formed is about to succeed or fail, the critical moment is at hand; the visitor is her enemy, your rival Dufilleul. "He is full of self-confidence and comes in plump and flourishing, with light gloves, and a terrier at his heels. "'My portrait framed, Plumet? "'Yes, my lord-yes, to be sure. "'Let's see it.
"Dufilleul suddenly lost countenance and dropped Mademoiselle Charnot's hand. "The young girl bent over the banisters, and saw, at the bottom of the staircase, exactly underneath her, a woman looking up, with head thrown back and mouth still half-opened. Their eyes met. Jeanne at once turned away her gaze.
She withdraws in a hurry, 'with her heart in her mouth, as she says; the plot she has formed is about to succeed or fail, the critical moment is at hand; the visitor is her enemy, your rival Dufilleul. "He is full of self-confidence and comes in plump and flourishing, with light gloves, and a terrier at his heels. "'My portrait framed, Plumet? "'Yes, my lord-yes, to be sure. "'Let's see it.
"'That this portrait is for Monsieur Gonin, or anybody else at Fontainebleau. "Mademoiselle Charnot drew back in surprise. "'For whom, then? "'An actress. "'Take care what you are saying, Madame. "'For Mademoiselle Tigra of the Bouffes. "'Lies! cried Dufilleul. 'Prove it, Madame; prove your story, please! "'Look at the back, answered Madame Plumet, quietly.
I assure you that Dufilleul is a good match, handsome for one thing " "That's worth a deal!" "Rich." "The deuce he is!" "And then a name which can be divided." "Divided?" "With all the ease in the world. A very rare quality. At his marriage he describes himself as Monsieur du Filleul. A year later he is Baron du Filleul. At the death of his father, an old cad, he becomes Comte du Filleul.
"Some one has noiselessly opened it, and on the threshold stands Mademoiselle Jeanne in walking-dress, looking, with bright eyes and her most charming smile, at Plumet, who steps back in a fright, and Dufilleul, who has not yet seen her. "'Well, sir, and so I've caught you! "Dufilleul starts, and involuntarily clutches the portrait to his waistcoat. "'Mademoiselle No, really, you have come ?
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