. You always say something
ridiculous."

Women are pitiless toward those whom they do not care for. The count
reddened and bit his lips.

I was sorry for him, for he seemed, like myself, to be in love, and
the bitter frankness of Marguerite must have made him very unhappy,
especially in the presence of two strangers.

"You were playing the piano when we came in," I said, in order to
change the conversation. "Won't you be so good as to treat me as an old
acquaintance and go on?"

"Oh," said she, flinging herself on the sofa and motioning to us to sit
down, "Gaston knows what my music is like. It is all very well when I am
alone with the count, but I won't inflict such a punishment on you."

"You show me that preference?" said M. de N., with a smile which he
tried to render delicately ironical.

"Don't reproach me for it. It is the only one." It was fated that the
poor man was not to say a single word. He cast a really supplicating
glance at Marguerite.

"Well, Prudence," she went on, "have you done what I asked you to do?"

"Yes.

"All right. You will tell me about it later. We must talk over it; don't
go before I can speak with you."

"We are doubtless intruders," I said, "and now that we, or rather I,
have had a second introduction, to blot out the first, it is time for
Gaston and me to be going."

"Not in the least. I didn't mean that for you. I want you to stay."

The count took a very elegant watch out of his pocket and looked at the
time. "I must be going to my club," he said. Marguerite did not answer.
The count thereupon left his position by the fireplace and going up to
her, said: "Adieu, madame."

Marguerite rose. "Adieu, my dear count. Are you going already?"

"Yes, I fear I am boring you."

"You are not boring me to-day more than any other day. When shall I be
seeing you?"

"When you permit me."

"Good-bye, then."

It was cruel, you will admit. Fortunately, the count had excellent
manners and was very good-tempered. He merely kissed Marguerite's hand,
which she held out to him carelessly enough, and, bowing to us, went
out.

As he crossed the threshold, he cast a glance at Prudence. She shrugged
her shoulders, as much as to say:

"What do you expect? I have done all I could."

"Nanine!" cried Marguerite. "Light M. le Comte to the door."

We heard the door open and shut.

"At last," cried Marguerite, coming back, "he has gone! That man gets
frightfully on my nerves!"

"My dear