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Eh! bon Dieu! one must do something for one's friends! Vaudrey's accession to the Department of the Interior had given birth to many new hopes; on all grounds they must be satisfied. Vaudrey would never be forgiven for such deception. "What deception?" asked Sulpice. "I promised reforms and I am going to carry them out, but people laugh at my reforms and ask what? Places."
As you are his direct superior, I permit myself to notify you of his conduct, etc., etc. You laugh?" said Warcolier, seeing that a smile was spreading over Vaudrey's blond-bearded face. "Yes, it is so odd! Your correspondent is evidently ignorant that there are only Under-Secretaries of State in the administration! unless this innocent is but simply an insolent fellow."
Adrienne had not however seen the pale, insolent countenance of the young woman so closely approach her suffering and disconsolate face. Above all, she had not seen the jealous, rapid glance that flashed unconsciously in Vaudrey's eyes when he saw José de Rosas triumphantly following the imperious Marianne.
The police Prefect, finding his suspicions privately confirmed, bluntly refused police aid to the Chevalier's hunt for Louise. I have other plans for you that will shortly mature." The angry Count could not be crossed. De Vaudrey's sole hope lay in his Aunt. Ceaselessly Henriette spent her days in trying to trace Louise. Her quest became the neighborhood gossip.
Some words spoken by Monsieur de Rosas reaching Vaudrey's ears a description of the somewhat fantastical preparation of poison by the Indians, explained by the duke by way of parenthesis suggested to Sulpice that the most subtle, the gentlest and most certainly deadly poison was, after all, the filtering of a woman's glance through the very flesh of a man, and he thirsted for that longed-for poison, intoxicating and delicious
Profound ennui at once overcame him, while Marianne, in a happy frame of mind, on returning to Kayser's studio, reviewed the incidents of that evening, recalling Vaudrey's restless smile, and seeming again to hear Rosas's confidences, while she thought: "He spoke to me of the past almost in the same terms as Lissac.
The narrative included the girls' journey to Paris, her kidnapping and rescue, the disappearance of Louise, de Vaudrey's suit and the objections of his family, the recognition of her sister as the Countess's long-lost daughter, Louise's recapture by the beggars, and the peremptory act of the Police Prefect whereby mother and daughter, and beloved foster-sisters, were cruelly parted, and Henriette branded with the mark of the fallen woman by incarceration in La Salpetriere.
Rosas held her in respect, and she was flattered by his timid bearing, as he had in his veins the blood of heroes. He spoke almost entirely of his love, which, however, he never proposed to her to test, and this platonic course, which in Vaudrey's case she would have considered simple, appeared to her to be "good form" in the great nobleman's case. The duke raised her in her own eyes.
She told the story of her abduction and the loss of her sister, then of Chevalier de Vaudrey's vain efforts and hers to trace her. The Countess de Linieres leaned forward in intense sympathy conjoined with a certain weird premonition. "She isn't really my sister," went on Henriette, "but I owe her the love of a mother and sister combined. She saved us from want and death.
"He wishes you to accept a position at court, and desires at the same time that you should marry." "Marry?" asked de Vaudrey, as though he could not believe his uncle really meant what he said. The Countess waited as anxiously for de Vaudrey's answer as did her husband, though for a different reason. She loved the young man before her, and his happiness and well-being were very dear to her.
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