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"Well!" said Ramel, a good-natured smile playing in his white mustache, "now it is necessary to forget." "Never!" replied Adrienne. Then proudly drawing herself up, she took Denis's arm and without even glancing in her mirror, she went off toward the salons. "Your bouquet, madame," said Lissac, who was still pale and his voice trembled. "True!" said Adrienne.
In her glance was a poison that he had drunk, which set his blood on fire. He was hers. Except for the image of Lissac, he would most certainly have returned long since to Paris to seek Mademoiselle Kayser. But Lissac was there. He recalled how much Guy had loved her. He had more than once made the third in their company. He had often accompanied Lissac to Marianne's door.
Then boldly going to Ramel: "Will you have the goodness to take me to Rue de la Chaussée-d'Antin, Monsieur Ramel?" "Why?" "Because I will not remain one hour longer in a house where my husband has the right to receive his mistress! Monsieur de Lissac refuses to accompany me. Your arm, Ramel!" "Madame," Ramel answered gently, "I knew that Monsieur de Lissac was a man of intelligence.
Instinctively he drew near her, lowering his voice, embracing with his glance that fine, charming beauty, that grief heightened by a burning brilliancy. She raised her fine, clear eyes to Lissac, whose look troubled her, and said: "And how have these served me? Kindness, trickery! Trickery, chastity! Ask all these men! All of them will go to Mademoiselle Kayser and not to me!"
"Oh!" she exclaimed suddenly, "I thought that he was a dark man." "No, no," answered Lissac, "on the contrary, he was a fair, handsome youth when we both studied law here in Paris together."
"Selika is cold beside you," said Lissac as he disappeared through the open doorway, "I will bring you your minister in ten minutes." Sabine waited nervously. The curtain had just fallen on the third act. The manager's box was empty. Guy would doubtless be obliged to rejoin Vaudrey, and neither the minister nor his friend would be seen again. Just then some one knocked at the door of the box.
Parbleu! you have another lover in it, I wager! Vaudrey! Or Lissac and many others! Is it as I say?" "I swear to you " "Ah! you have lied to me, do not swear! We are about to leave. Not for Italy. It is good for those who love each other. You do not know Fuentecarral? You are about to make its acquaintance. It is your château now. Yours, yours, since you are a Rosas!"
"I do not stop to inquire if even in the story, Monsieur Claretie's 'Marianne Kayser' is frequently self-contradictory, and if in some features I clearly recognize his Guy de Lissac; two characters that play an important part in the narrative! But after all, what does it matter?
The wife of a minister must bear her part of the burden, since there must be a burden. As if Adrienne had divined Sulpice's very thoughts, she quickly added, interrupting the jester who had somewhat confused the minister: "Don't pay any attention to Monsieur de Lissac. I am very happy just as I am." Vaudrey had taken her hand to clasp it between his fingers with a slightly nervous grasp.
She was carried away, her mind wandered, as if unbalanced by her grief, all her efforts at self-control ending in a relaxation of her strained nerves. "I will leave! I do not wish to see him again!" "Leave to-night?" "For Grenoble I don't know where! But to fly from him; ah! yes; to escape from him! Take me away, Monsieur de Lissac!" she said distractedly, as she seized his hand.
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