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It was not a difficult matter to obtain an interview, even by people not known to him. They sent in their cards, and were admitted to his sanctum. It was amid the coming and going of customers and clerks that Prince Panine came the following day to find Cayrol. For the first time Serge had put himself out for the banker. He was introduced with marks of the most profound respect.
She read: "The golden book of the Grand Cercle has just had another illustrious name inscribed in it. The Prince Panine was admitted yesterday, proposed by the Baron de Prefont and the Duc de Bligny." These few lines made Madame Desvarennes's blood boil. Her ears tingled as if all the bells of Saint-Etienne-du-Mont had been rung together. In a rapid vision, she saw misfortune coming.
"Don't thank me," replied Pierre; "I have no merit in accomplishing what you admire. I am weak, you see, and I could not bear to see you suffer." There was a great commotion in the drawing-room. Cayrol was explaining to Herzog, who was listening with great attention, what was taking place. Serge Panine was to be Madame Desvarennes's son-in-law. It was a great event.
He seized Panine violently by the arm, and said: "Gently, Prince; whatever insults you heap upon me must be shared by you. You are my partner." "Scoundrel!" yelled Panine, exasperated at being held by Herzog. "Personalities," said the financier, in a jesting tone. "Then I take my leave!" And loosing his hold of the Prince, he went toward the door.
Certainly, nobody esteemed Pierre Delarue more than he did; but it was necessary to know whether Micheline loved him. A childish affection was not love, and Prince Panine thought he might hope that Mademoiselle Desvarennes The mistress did not allow Cayrol to finish his sentence; she rang the bell and asked for her daughter. This time, Cayrol prudently took the opportunity of disappearing.
It was just a trick of Herzog's, and the company would come out brighter than ever. Serge went in. "Oh! here's Prince Panine," said Herzog. "Ask him what he thinks of the matter. I defer to his judgment." "I don't want to know anything," said Serge. "I have full confidence in you, my dear manager, and our business will prosper in your hands, I am sure.
And in these last words he put all the venom of his soul. "My daughter will not leave me!" exclaimed Madame Desvarennes. "Very well, then, you can accompany her," retorted Panine. "That arrangement will suit me. Since my troubles I have learned to appreciate domestic happiness." "Ah! you hope to play your old games on me," said Madame Desvarennes. "You won't get much out of me.
If he went again to Serge Panine, if he looked out for opportunities of going to watch Olivier Metra conducting, it was for the pleasure of being initiated into every one of the ideas in Odette's mind, of feeling that he had an equal share in all her tastes.
And he gave the weapon a push, so that it rolled close to Madame Desvarennes. "Ah! wretch!" cried she, giving way to her suppressed rage. "You are not even a Panine! The Panines knew how to die." "I have not time to act a melodrama with you," snarled Serge. "I am going to try to save myself." And he took a step toward the door. The mistress seized the revolver, and threw herself before him.
We will take measures to prosecute the papers for libel if they dare to publish these untruths." Cayrol saw that nothing would convince Panine. He hoped that an interview with Herzog would enlighten him. He left the matter to chance, as reasoning was of no avail, and went down to the mistress. Serge drove to the Universal Credit Company. It was the first day in the new offices.
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