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"But," said Madame de Camps, "since I must tell you all, I have come to think him a dangerous acquaintance, less for you than for some one else." "Who?" asked Madame de l'Estorade. "Nais. That child, with her passion for her 'preserver, makes me really uneasy." "Oh!" said the countess, smiling rather sadly, "are you not giving too much importance to childish nonsense?"
So saying, Monsieur Dorlange rose, and after making me a rather ceremonious bow and not bestowing his hand on Monsieur de l'Estorade, who, in turn, did not hold out his own, he left the room. "What was the matter with Armand?" asked my husband, as if to avoid any other explanation.
After this remark, which gave Madame de l'Estorade the full change for her coin, Jacques Bricheteau bowed ceremoniously and was about to leave the room, when a sudden contradiction of the countess's comedy of indifference appeared in the person of Nais, who rushed in exclaiming triumphantly, "Mamma, a letter from Monsieur de Sallenauve!" The countess turned crimson.
"As no reason was assigned for it, I think your conjecture is probably correct; especially as in twenty years I have had no trouble whatever with my chiefs." "It can't be denied," said Madame de l'Estorade, sharply, "that you have opposed the views of the government by this proceeding." "Consequently, madame, I have accepted this dismissal as an expected evil.
As for my husband, it seemed to me that he ought to have pricked up his ears at this tale of the daring manner in which his wife had been used as a model. Monsieur de l'Estorade is certainly no fool; in all social matters he has the highest sense of conventional propriety, and as for jealousy, I think if I gave him the slightest occasion he would show himself ridiculously jealous.
Carefully considered, Madame de l'Estorade is seen to be far from one of those impassible natures which resist all affectionate emotions except those of the family. With a beauty that was partly Spanish, she had eyes which her friend Louise de Chaulieu declared could ripen peaches. Her coldness was not what physicians call congenital; her temperament was an acquired one.
Is there any trouble which you are hiding from me? Your letter is neither so long nor so full of loving thoughts as usual. Is this only a whim of my dear whimsical friend? I am running on too long. My nurse is angry with me for writing, and Mlle. Athenais de l'Estorade wants her dinner. Farewell, then; write me some nice long letters.
Shortly after, Monsieur de l'Estorade and Monsieur de Camps rose to take leave; and it was then that Rastignac very succinctly let the peer know of the danger looming on the horizon of his friend Sallenauve. Monsieur de l'Estorade exclaimed against the word friend.
"Oh!" said Monsieur de l'Estorade, "after what we heard of the man, I think he would have done exactly what was wanted of him." "My dear friend, don't believe that," said the minister. "Fools are often more tenacious of the flag under which they enlisted than we think for.
Then she asked the countess whether she had tried to show M. de l'Estorade the impropriety of that step. "The moment I began to object," replied the countess, "he was angry, and said I must be very anxious to keep up our intimacy with 'that man' when I rejected such a natural opportunity to show publicly that the acquaintance was at an end."
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