Roncherolle bit his lips, swaying back and forth on the _causeuse_, and replied:
"Oh! that is the least of my troubles! I attach little importance to those trifles now. At our age, you see, my dear friend, coquetry serves no purpose, unless it be to make us ridiculous! When the time has come, it"s no use to paint and bedeck ourselves--it doesn"t take away either a wrinkle or a year!"
"He has become painfully tiresome, has this man," thought Madame de Grangeville, as she put a phial of salts to her nose. After a moment, she rejoined with a nonchalant air:
"Thank heaven! everybody hasn"t deserted me; I have some friends who remember doubtless that I obliged them formerly, and one of them is giving me an allowance of five thousand francs at this moment."
"The devil! that is handsome, that is very handsome! Is it a male or a female friend who treats you in such magnificent fashion?"
"Mon Dieu! I have no idea! the person doesn"t divulge his name; he prefers to remain anonymous, in order not to be thanked even. Isn"t that a n.o.ble act?"
"Superb! and I regret exceedingly my inability to be the author of it.
But you must certainly be able to guess, despite the mystery with which this person surrounds himself."
"No--that is to say, I have some suspicions, which I believe to be well founded."
"Indeed! but it seems that you did not suspect me?"
"Oh, no! not for one moment!"
"That is very amiable on your part."
"You see that I was right."
"But you were not aware of my unfortunate plight."
"What does that matter? as if you would ever have thought of me!"
"That is an extraordinary reproach! It seems to me that I proved to you abundantly that I thought of you in the old days."
"Yes, yes,--unfortunately.--Ah! if one could foresee what is going to happen, if one could read the future!"
"True! there are lots of things that one would not do--that one bitterly regrets having done!"
A long silence ensued. Madame de Grangeville broke it by exclaiming suddenly:
"You could never guess whom I met in the country last summer--Monsieur le Comte de Brevanne!"
"Really?"
"Yes, at a party, in a wood, where there were a great many people. I saw him at a distance in the crowd; I saw that he was looking at me and that he recognized me."
"Do you think so?"
"Do I think so! It was evident enough, for his manner was very agitated.
I too recognized him instantly; he has changed hardly at all, except that his hair is turning gray; the face is still the same; he is good-looking--yes, he is a very handsome man!"
"Had you never discovered that before?"
"What an unkind thing to say to me!"
"Well! did you speak?"
"No; I am inclined to think that he was strongly tempted to speak to me; he hovered about me in the wood, and he was on the point of speaking to me, I believe, when some people came up; they surrounded me, took me away, and I lost sight of him. He must have gone away, for I didn"t see him again during the evening."
"And that is all?"
"Yes, all."
"Well, madame, I too have seen Brevanne, and not very long ago."
"Is it possible? Did you meet him?"
"No, he came to the house in which I was living, expressly to see me; he had learned my address by chance."
"He came to see you--for what purpose?"
"Why, for the same purpose that led him to seek me everywhere twenty years ago--to fight me."
"To fight you! nonsense! it"s impossible!"
"Why impossible, I pray to know?"
"Because men don"t fight after so long a time for things--which have no present existence."
"Ah! very prettily put; I am sorry that your husband didn"t hear it! But although in fact the motive for fighting is lacking now--the present existence--De Brevanne is still bent upon it--oh! obstinately bent upon it. Probably he has been looking for me constantly, for twenty years; and he had no sooner learned where I was--was perched, than he rushed to the spot, the same as ever, waving his sword, to demand satisfaction.
But as I was suffering then from a violent attack of the gout, the sight of my agony convinced him that I was not in condition to stand up to him; so he granted me a respite."
"Then it is only postponed; you will end by fighting, I see."
"I admire the stoicism of your nature; you say that as if you were talking about your husband and myself going to the Opera ball!"
"Mon Dieu! you have become very censorious, very severe! Should I weep when I say it?"
"No; indeed that is not your nature; you were never very tearful. To make you shed tears it would be necessary that your hair should be unbecomingly dressed at a large party; and that is an accident to which you were never likely to be exposed."
"You are still satirical, caustic, as always, Monsieur de Roncherolle!"
"If you find anything about me that has not changed, I am delighted beyond measure."
"A truce to jesting, monsieur; when is this duel to take place? I beg you to believe that I am deeply interested."
"Don"t be alarmed, madame, the duel will not take place. I am as obstinate as De Brevanne. I have sworn not to afford him the chagrin of killing me, and I shall keep my oath."
"The chagrin! so you think that the count would regret it if he should kill you?"
"I am sure of it; and it would be even worse now than if he had killed me long ago."
"You are a surprising creature, on my word! A man who has been seeking you for so many years so persistently! You must see that he is as furious as ever against you; consequently, I fancy that he would not grieve very bitterly over your death!"