"I know of no others. However, he"s a good-looking fellow, dresses well, and follows all the fashions. He"s a _beau cavalier_; so you must not be surprised if all the ladies fight for the honor of capturing him."
"Oh! I am surprised at nothing."
"But do you not cultivate the arts, Monsieur Rochebrune? I should say that I had heard of songs and ballads of which you are doubly the author, having composed both words and music."
"Yes, monsieur, that is true. But one is no more a literary man because one can write a ballad, than one is a composer because one has composed an air and worked out a piano accompaniment for it."
"Mere modesty on your part, monsieur; you can"t make me believe that a man can compose an air without being a musician."
"One may be like Jean-Jacques, who had not the slightest conception of counterpoint."
"I don"t know whether Rousseau was a consummate musician, but I wish that somebody would give us something equal to his _Devin du Village_."
"I am with you there, monsieur, although it should have a new orchestration."
"My wife is a fine performer on the piano, and she has a good voice; we have music at our house on Thursdays; that is the day the music lovers a.s.semble. If it would be agreeable to you to hear them and to join them----"
"You are too kind, monsieur; it will be a very great pleasure to me. I can listen to music twelve hours at a time, without tiring."
"We shall rely upon you, then, monsieur, on Thursdays especially. But you will be welcome at any time. Do you know our address?"
"No, I do not."
"Here is my card."
Having handed me his card, Monsieur Sordeville walked away. On my word!
a charming husband! he antic.i.p.ated my dearest wish. And yet, he did not act like a simpleton. Oh, no! he certainly was not one of those obliging husbands who see nothing of what goes on under their roofs. Madame Frederique was right in her prediction that he would invite me. I was decidedly puzzled; but I could see nothing in it at all that augured ill for me. Madame Sordeville was very pretty, very captivating. I felt that I should love her pa.s.sionately. I did not know whether she was inclined to follow her friend Frederique"s example, but I had permission to call at her house, and that was something.
As soon as the quadrille was at an end, I once more approached the spot where the two ladies had established themselves. Monsieur Saint-Bergame was still with them; but he did not frighten me--he bored me, that was all.
I cannot say whether the invitation I had just received had given me an air of triumph; but when she saw my face, Madame Sordeville smiled and exchanged a glance with her friend. I would have given--I cannot say how much, to know the meaning of that glance.
Monsieur Saint-Bergame said to Madame Dauberny, with a curl of the lip, and an affectation of familiarity:
"Do you expect to stay here long?"
"Why not? I am in no hurry; my mind is at rest; Monsieur Dauberny won"t sit up for me."
"This party seems to me intolerably dull."
"You are exceedingly polite! For my part, I am enjoying myself immensely."
"Oh! you enjoy yourself everywhere, madame!"
"That is creditable to my temperament, at all events."
"There"s a curious mixture of faces here--it"s not h.o.m.ogeneous."
"Very good! try to write an amusing article about it; it will be a windfall to you."
"On my word, you are very sharp this evening!"
"I thought that you were used to it."
"The next contra-dance is mine, you know, madame?" I said to Madame Sordeville.
"Yes, monsieur, to be sure; I have not forgotten it."
Her manner as she made that reply was charming. Women have a way of saying the most trivial things which gives them enormous value in our eyes. That depends considerably, however, on one"s frame of mind.
The orchestra began to play a polka. I looked disconsolately at my pretty partner.
"Do you polk?" I asked.
"No. I waltz, but I don"t polk."
"But I do," said Madame Dauberny, holding out her hand. "And you know how well we danced together. Suppose we see if we can succeed as well here as at Monsieur Bocal"s ball?"
What an extraordinary woman! she said that as if we had known each other ten years. She was very pretty in my eyes at that moment. I hastened to take her hand, and we began to dance. I enjoyed it all the more because I had observed Saint-Bergame"s horrible scowl.
We danced for some time without speaking, and, vanity aside, I believe we performed very creditably. After we had twice made the circuit of the room, I could contain myself no longer.
"Doesn"t that gentleman who was with you polk?" I murmured.
"I was sure that you would ask me that!"
And she began to laugh. In truth, my question was most idiotic. But I am very p.r.o.ne to say such things. I am always conscious of it afterward, which is a little late. For fear of making a fool of myself again, I did not say another word. Thereupon my partner asked me:
"Have you spoken with Monsieur Sordeville again?"
"Yes, madame."
"And he invited you to his house?"
"Yes, madame."
"What did I tell you? We guessed as much by your radiant expression just now."
I knew then the meaning of the glance they exchanged when I approached them. But I did not like that: "_We_ guessed as much"; that ident.i.ty of thoughts and sentiments was by no means pleasing to me. I have always noticed that the women who tell each other everything, their inmost thoughts and the most secret impulses of their hearts, never have anything left to confide to their lovers. With them they act, but do not lay bare their hearts. Friendship is almost always injurious to love.
That is not my understanding of a profound sentiment, a genuine attachment.--But what am I moralizing about?
I took the indefatigable Frederique back to her friend. The handsome dandy was no longer there. I heard Madame Sordeville whisper:
"He has gone. He said he was going away; he was furious."
"Really? That doesn"t disturb me in the least!"
But my gentleman had not gone. I saw him not far away. If he was jealous of me, he was sadly astray: I was thinking exclusively of Madame Sordeville and waiting impatiently for the quadrille, so that I could talk with her more freely.