"Pardon me! He was here until after ten o'clock."
"Yes, but afterward--when the opera was over?"
"Well, what happened when the opera was over?" Eugenie inquired, forcing
herself to hide her emotion.
"They went away together! I saw them--I was watching them from behind a
column. What a scandal!"
"And your conclusion on all this, Monsieur Desvanneaux?"
"It is that the General is deceiving you, dear Mademoiselle."
"With that young girl?"
"A bold hussy, I tell you! A Messalina! Ah, I pity you sincerely in my
turn! And should a devoted consoler, a discreet avenger, be able to make
you forget this outrage to your charms, behold me at your feet, devoting
to you my prayers, awaiting only a word from you to become the most
fortunate among the elect--"
A loud knock at the outer door spared Mademoiselle Gontier the trouble
of repelling her ridiculous adorer, who promptly scrambled to his feet
at the sound.
"A visitor!" he murmured, turning pale. "Decidedly, I have no luck--"
"Monsieur le Marquis de Prerolles is in the drawing-room," a domestic
announced.
"Beg him to wait," said Eugenie, reassured by this visit, which was
earlier than the usual hour. "You see that you are badly informed,
Monsieur Desvanneaux," she added.
"For heaven's sake, spare me this embarrassing meeting!" said the
informer, whose complexion had become livid.
"I understand. You fear a challenge?"
"Oh, no, not that! My religious principles would forbid me to fight
a duel. But the General would not fail to rally me before my wife
regarding my presence here, and Madame Desvanneaux would be pitiless."
"Own, however, that you richly deserve a lesson, Lovelace that you are!
But I will take pity on you," said Eugenie, opening a door at the end
of the room. "The servants' stairway is at the end of that corridor. You
know the way!" she added, laughing.
"I am beginning to know it, dear Mademoiselle!" said the pitiful
beguiler, slipping through the doorway on tiptoe.
CHAPTER XIX. BROKEN TIES
After picking up a chair which, in his alarm, the fugitive had
overturned in his flight, Mademoiselle Gontier herself opened the door
leading to the drawing-room.
"Come in, Henri!" said she, lifting the portiere.
"Do I disturb you?" the General inquired, entering the library.
"Never! You know that well! But how gravely you asked the question!"
"For the reason that I wish to speak to you about serious matters, my
dear Eugenie."
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