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What he hated most in Camors was his easy and insolent triumph his rapid and unmerited fortune all those enjoyments which life yielded him without pain, without toil, without conscience peacefully tasted! But what he hated above all, was that this man had thus obtained these things while he had vainly striven for them. Assuredly, in this Vautrot was not an exception.

He divines that which is not revealed to him; and Vautrot could not be long in discovering that his patron's success did not arise, morally, from too much principle in politics, from excess of conviction in business, from a mania for scruples!

"You shall explain your meaning immediately to me, Monsieur!" she exclaimed; "or later, to my husband." "But your sadness, your tears," cried the secretary, in a tone of admirable sincerity "these made me sure you were not ignorant of it!" "Of what? You hesitate! Speak, man!" "I am not a wretch! I love you and pity you! that is all;" and Vautrot sighed deeply. "And why do you pity me?"

This was a great blow to her, and her sadness became greater than it had been up to that time; so much so in fact, that solitude was almost unbearable. She had hardly been long enough in Paris to form intimacies. Madame Jaubert came to her friend as often as she could; but in the intervals the Countess adopted the habit of retaining Vautrot, or even of sending for him.

The death of M. Campvallon had finally destroyed her last hopes, which she had believed she could have founded on the anger and desperation of the old man. Since that time she was animated against her nephew and the Marquise with the rage of one of the Furies. She learned through Vautrot that M. de Camors had been in the chamber of Madame de Campvallon the night of the General's death.

She made her understand that she would inform M. de Camors of the affair in case of need, and that he would hold his cousin Sigismund responsible. Terrified in her turn, Madame de la Roche-Jugan judged the best method was to destroy M. de Camors in the estimation of Madame de Tecle. She related what had been told her by Vautrot, being careful not to compromise herself in the recital.

Besides, he had lost the only interest he could desire to subserve, for he knew M. Vautrot had done him the compliment of courting his Wife. And he really esteemed him a little less low, after discovering this gentlemanly taste!

"You shall explain your meaning immediately to me, Monsieur!" she exclaimed; "or later, to my husband." "But your sadness, your tears," cried the secretary, in a tone of admirable sincerity "these made me sure you were not ignorant of it!" "Of what? You hesitate! Speak, man!" "I am not a wretch! I love you and pity you! that is all;" and Vautrot sighed deeply. "And why do you pity me?"

"You shall explain your meaning immediately to me, Monsieur!" she exclaimed; "or later, to my husband." "But your sadness, your tears," cried the secretary, in a tone of admirable sincerity "these made me sure you were not ignorant of it!" "Of what? You hesitate! Speak, man!" "I am not a wretch! I love you and pity you! that is all;" and Vautrot sighed deeply. "And why do you pity me?"

She tried to obtain from Vautrot, who had so long been intimate with her nephew, some explanation of the mystery; but as Vautrot was too prudent to enlighten her, she turned him out of doors. After his encounter with M. de Camors, he immediately turned his steps toward the Rue St.

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