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Updated: August 8, 2024
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.
"Do you remember that scene in 'The Grass Widower," he said slowly, "where Jack Delarue meets his runaway wife at the masquerade ball?" She coloured slightly, but instantly regained her composure. "Vaguely," she murmured, toying with the flowers in her dress.
Cayrol, who had not lost his presence of mind, understood it, and turning toward the Prince, said: "Monsieur Pierre Delarue: an old friend and companion of Mademoiselle Desvarennes's; almost a brother to her," thus explaining in one word all that could appear unusual in such a scene of tenderness. Then, addressing Pierre, he simply added "Prince Panine." The two men looked at each other.
"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.
She did not like Savinien, her nephew, and kept all her sweetness for the son of one of their old neighbors in the Rue Neuve-Coquenard, a small haberdasher, who had not been able to get on, but continued humbly to sell thread and needles to the thrifty folks of the neighborhood. The haberdasher, Mother Delarue, as she was called, had remained a widow after one year of married life.
Branford was seen with the actor Jack Delarue last night. I imagine they quarrelled, for she returned alone, much agitated, in a taxi-cab. Any way you look at it, the clues are promising whether she needed money for Branford's speculations or for the financing of that rake Delarue."
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.
He knew that Micheline was engaged to Pierre Delarue, but still, women were so whimsical! Who could tell? Perhaps Mademoiselle Desvarennes had looked favorably upon the handsome Serge. He was really admirable to view, this Panine, with his blue eyes, pure as a maiden's, and his long fair mustache falling on each side of his rosy mouth.
Lorne told his mother afterward that he thought, in that embarrassing circumstance, of Mrs Leveret and Mrs Delarue, and they laughed consumedly together over his discomforture; but what he felt at the moment was not the humour of the situation.
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.
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