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Updated: June 14, 2025
They had distributed pencils, pens, and packages of paper some of the players sitting around large tables, and some in separate chairs and scratched mysteriously, in turn, questions and answers. During this time the General played whist with Madame de la Roche-Jugan. Madame Campvallon did not usually take part in these games, as they fatigued her.
He seemed irritated at seeing her, and rebuked his servant sharply for his ill-advised zeal. He said he had only had a touch of vertigo, to which he was subject. Madame de Campvallon soon retired, having first supplicated him not to overwork himself again.
As a result of his reflections during the night, he had determined to break off forever his intrigue with Madame de Campvallon. The criminal thought she had suggested was, he knew, only a feint to test him, but it was enough to justify his abandonment of her.
For his intrigue with Madame de Campvallon, continually excited by mystery and danger and conducted with profound address by a woman whose cunning was equal to her beauty continued as strong, after years of enjoyment, as at first.
Madame de la Roche-Jugan had given a kind reception to this sad prodigal son, but she chilled perceptibly on seeing him more discreet than she desired on certain subjects, the mystery of which she had set her heart upon unravelling. She was now more preoccupied than ever about the relations which she suspected to exist between M. de Camors and Madame de Campvallon.
M. de Camors might have committed this base action under the menace of some great danger to save the fortune, the honor, probably the life of Madame de Campvallon. This, though a poor excuse in the mother's eyes, still was an extenuation.
Thomas daikon, the young Marquise only exchanged her wedding-gown for a travelling-costume, and departed with her husband for Campvallon, bathed in the tears of Madame de la Roche-Jugan, whose lacrimal glands were remarkably tender. Eight days later M. de Camors returned to Reuilly. Paris had revived him, his nerves were strong again.
The Comtesse de Camors and Madame de Tecle learned only through their servants and the public of the removal of the Count to a country-house he had rented near the Chateau Campvallon. After writing ten letters all of which he had burned he had decided to maintain an absolute silence. They sometimes trembled at the thought he might take away his son.
Shortly after, the Marquise de Campvallon, obeying a secret sign from M. de Camors, rejoined him in the retired boudoir, which recalled to them both the most culpable incident of their lives. She sat down beside him on the divan with a haughty nonchalance. "What is it?" she said. "Why do you watch me?" asked Camors. "It is unworthy of you!" "Ah! an explanation? a disagreeable thing.
The General had told the Count it would be impolite to break suddenly to M. des Rameures the plan they had concocted. The latter, therefore, found the note only a very warm introduction of Camors. The postscript gave him the announcement of the marriage. "The devil!" he cried. "Did you know this, Elise? Campvallon is to be married!"
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