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"I am sure that it is you who ruin my wife with your infernal and dazzling temptations," said Lucenay. "Her grace has only had her diamonds reset this winter," said the jeweler, slightly embarrassed. "I have this moment left them with her grace, on my way here."
Badinot took his departure. When the door was closed, Florestan was heard to cry, in profound despair, "Lost!" During this conversation, which unmasked to the count the infamy of his son, and to Madame de Lucenay the infamy of the man whom she had so blindly loved, both remained immovable, scarcely breathing, under the weight of this frightful revelation.
Ring, if you please, for my servants." "Only to think," said M. de Lucenay, seizing hold of the bell-pull, "three days ago he was full of life, and now, what remains of him? Nothing, nothing, nothing!"
After a moment's thought, D'Harville replied, "You are right; this light sorrow will doubtless satisfy jealous destiny. But an idea has just struck me; I have a mind to have this morning a bachelor breakfast, all friends of M. de Lucenay, to congratulate him on the happy result of his duel: he will be enchanted." "Joy forever! Make up lost time. How many covers, so that I can give the orders?"
You see her tutelage commences." "And this tutelage will not stop there, my dear sir, be quite assured. "Me, sir?" said Conrad, beginning to dislike the sneering tone of Florestan. "You. I leave in some days for Gerolstein. I wish to dispose of my house, all furnished, and my stables; you also should make an arrangement." The viscount emphasized these last words, looking at Madame de Lucenay.
"Gentlemen, will you allow me," said the marquis; "it is the jeweler who brings me some diamonds to choose for my wife a surprise. You know, Lucenay, you and I being husbands of the old schools." "Oh! if you talk of a surprise," cried the duke, "my wife gave me one yesterday; a famous one, I tell you." "Some splendid present?" "She asked me for a hundred thousand francs."
"The father of Madame de Lucenay?" said Edward, with a cunning and significant look, of which Boyer, faithful to his habits of reserve and discretion, took no notice, but resumed, coldly: "The Duchess de Lucenay is the daughter of the Prince de Noirmont; the father of my lord was intimately connected with the prince.
"How! is it you? beautiful sylvan! countryman! wolf's cub!" cried the duke, much surprised; "I thought you were in the country." "I came back, yesterday; I received the invitation just now, and here I am, quite delighted at this surprise," and Saint Remy gave his hand to Lucenay, and then to the marquis. "I take this very kind in you, my dear Saint Remy.
"And this million should be annually raised in form of a tax on those abominable misers who, possessors of enormous fortunes, shall be arraigned, tried, and convicted of living like skinflints," added Lucenay. "And as such," said D'Harville, "condemned to defray the magnificences which they ought to display."
Without replying to him, Madame de Lucenay looked at him from head to foot, with an expression so insulting that Florestan felt the flush of resentment mount to his forehead, and he cried, "I know, madame, you are habitually very hasty in your ruptures. Is it a rupture you wish?" "The pretension is curious!" said Madame de Lucenay, with a burst of sardonic laughter.
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