close my eyes."

Lisbeth was out. Madame Olivier told the Baron that she had gone to his
wife's house, thinking that she would find him there.

"Poor thing! I should never have expected her to be so sharp as she was
this morning," thought Hulot, recalling Lisbeth's behavior as he made
his way from the Rue Vanneau to the Rue Plumet.

As he turned the corner of the Rue Vanneau and the Rue de Babylone, he
looked back at the Eden whence Hymen had expelled him with the sword
of the law. Valerie, at her window, was watching his departure; as he
glanced up, she waved her handkerchief, but the rascally Marneffe hit
his wife's cap and dragged her violently away from the window. A tear
rose to the great official's eye.

"Oh! to be so well loved! To see a woman so ill used, and to be so
nearly seventy years old!" thought he.

Lisbeth had come to give the family the good news. Adeline and Hortense
had already heard that the Baron, not choosing to compromise himself in
the eyes of the whole office by appointing Marneffe to the first class,
would be turned from the door by the Hulot-hating husband. Adeline, very
happy, had ordered a dinner that her Hector was to like better than
any of Valerie's; and Lisbeth, in her devotion, was helping Mariette to
achieve this difficult result. Cousin Betty was the idol of the hour.
Mother and daughter kissed her hands, and had told her with touching
delight that the Marshal consented to have her as his housekeeper.

"And from that, my dear, there is but one step to becoming his wife!"
said Adeline.

"In fact, he did not say no when Victorin mentioned it," added the
Countess.

The Baron was welcomed home with such charming proofs of affection,
so pathetically overflowing with love, that he was fain to conceal his
troubles.

Marshal Hulot came to dinner. After dinner, Hector did not go out.
Victorin and his wife joined them, and they made up a rubber.

"It is a long time, Hector," said the Marshal gravely, "since you gave
us the treat of such an evening."

This speech from the old soldier, who spoiled his brother though he thus
implicitly blamed him, made a deep impression. It showed how wide and
deep were the wounds in a heart where all the woes he had divined had
found an echo. At eight o'clock the Baron insisted on seeing Lisbeth
home, promising to return.

"Do you know, Lisbeth, he ill-treats her!" said he in the street. "Oh, I
never loved her so well!"

"I never imagined that