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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.
He drove more furiously still, and in a few minutes reached the Rue Saint-Dominique. She tore into the house like a hurricane, questioned the hall-porter, and learned that Delarue had arrived. She hastened to Marechal, and asked him in such a strange manner, "Have you seen Pierre?" that he thought some accident had happened.
And anyhow, the first meeting was held at the Milburns' members lent their drawing-rooms. Well, Mrs Leveret and Mrs Delarue went to the meeting they were very thick just then, the Leverets and the Delarues. They were so pleased to be going that they got there about five minutes too soon, and they were the first to come. Well, they rang the bell and in they went.
I thought Madame Desvarennes was as deeply rooted in Paris as the Colonne Vendome! But tell me, what is the object of this journey?" "A freak." "Which manifested itself " "Yesterday morning at breakfast. Pierre Delarue, who is going to finish his business in Algeria, and then settle in France, came to say 'Good-by' to Madame Desvarennes. A letter arrived from the Princess.
By the way, Craig," I exclaimed, "don't you think it would be a good plan to drop down and see O'Connor? The police will have to be informed in a few hours now, anyhow. Maybe Delarue has a criminal record." "A good idea, Walter," agreed Craig, turning into a drug-store which had a telephone booth. "I'll just call O'Connor up, and we'll see if he does know anything about it.
Then the heavy curtain was lifted again, and tottering, livid, almost dead, Micheline entered the room. Pierre, serious and cold, walked behind her. The Princess, feeling tired, had come into the house. Chance had led her there to witness this proof of misfortune and treason. Both she and Delarue looked at each other, silent and overwhelmed.
"But Monsieur Pierre Delarue has come back, and is asking whether Madame will speak with him for a moment." "Monsieur Delarue?" repeated Jeanne, with astonishment. "He says he has something important to say to Madame." "Where is he?" asked Jeanne. "There, in the gallery. The lights were being put out in the drawing-room." "Well, show him in." The maid went out.
"But Monsieur Pierre Delarue has come back, and is asking whether Madame will speak with him for a moment." "Monsieur Delarue?" repeated Jeanne, with astonishment. "He says he has something important to say to Madame." "Where is he?" asked Jeanne. "There, in the gallery. The lights were being put out in the drawing- room." "Well, show him in." The maid went out.
He took a few steps toward the door, then, returning to Marechal, held out his hand: "Without a grudge, eh?" The secretary allowed his hand to be shaken without answering, and the banker went out, saying to himself: "He is without a sou and has prejudices! There's a lad without a future." On reaching Paris, Pierre Delarue experienced a strange feeling.
"My dear fellow, I only repeat what I have heard. As for me, I don't know any more. I have kept out of the way for more than three months. And besides, it matters little to me whether Micheline be a commoner or a princess, the wife of Delarue or of Panine. I shall be none the richer or the poorer, shall I? Therefore I need not care.
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