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Updated: June 19, 2025
But the placards announcing the establishment of the Universal Credit Company made their way into the provinces, and one morning Pierre found some stuck on the walls of his establishment. Seeing the name of Panine, and not that of Cayrol, Pierre shuddered. The unpleasant ideas which he experienced formerly when Herzog was introduced to the Desvarennes recurred to his mind.
You must be good to my mother, Serge; she is getting old, and we owe her much gratitude and love." Panine remained silent. Could such a sudden change have come over Micheline in one day? She who lately sacrificed her mother for her husband now came and pleaded in favor of Madame Desvarennes. What had happened? He promptly decided on his course of action.
Panine turned horribly pale, and advanced toward Cayrol, despite Jeanne, who was clinging to him. "Don't insult me; it is superfluous," said he. "My life belongs to you; you can take it. I shall be at your service whenever you please." Cayrol burst into a fearful laugh. "Ah! a duel! Come! Am I a gentleman? I am a plebeian! a rustic! a cowherd! you know that! I have you now!
"How long ago is that?" "About an hour ago. I only just ran home before coming on here. There I found Panine waiting for me. He insisted upon accompanying me. I hope you won't blame him?" Madame Desvarennes frowned. "I will not see him just now," she said, looking at Cayrol with a resolute air. "Where did you leave him?" "In the garden, where I found the young ladies."
Jeanne had drawn near to Serge. Her burning face almost touched his. Her eyes, bright with excitement, pleaded passionately for a tender look. She was most fascinating, and Panine, usually master of himself, lost his presence of mind for a moment. His arms encircled the shoulders of the adorable pleader, and his lips were buried in the masses of her dark hair.
He was born in the province of Posen, so violently seized on by Prussia, that octopus of Europe. Serge's father had been killed during the insurrection of 1848, and he, when a year old, was brought by his uncle, Thaddeus Panine, to France, and was educated at the College Rollin, where he had not acquired over much learning.
Pierre declared that it was imperative to take strong measures and to speak to the Prince. It was the duty of the mistress to enlighten Panine, who was no doubt Herzog's dupe. Madame Desvarennes shook her head sadly. She feared that Serge was not a dupe but an accomplice. And what could she tell him? Let him ruin himself! He would not believe her.
"Will not the fear of killing my daughter by this revelation stay you?" asked she, bitterly. "What manner of man are you to have so little heart and conscience?" Panine burst into laughter. "You see what your threats are worth, and what value I place on them. Spare them in the future. You ask me what manner of man I am? I will tell you.
"Who is she?" inquired Le Brede, impatiently. "Eh, my dear fellow, it is Lady Harton, a cousin of the Prince. She is extremely rich, and owns a district in London." "They say that a year ago she was very kind to Serge Panine," added Du Tremblays, confidentially. "Why did he not marry her, then, since she is so rich? He has been quite a year in the market, the dear Prince." "She is married."
Serge, with haughty curiosity; Pierre, with inexpressible rage. In a moment, he guessed that the tall, handsome man beside his betrothed was his rival. If looks could kill, the Prince would have fallen down dead. Panine did not deign to notice the hatred which glistened in the eyes of the newcomer.
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