de . . . .â
âAh! I remember!â Marguerite said with a smile. âItâs not you who were ridiculous; it is I who was teasing you, as I am again now, a bit, but less, all the same. Have you forgiven me, sir?â
She extended her hand to me; I kissed it.
âItâs true,â she continued. âImagine, I have the bad habit of wanting to embarrass people the first time I meet them. Itâs very silly. My doctor says it is because I am high-strung, and always sickâbelieve my doctor.â
âBut you seem to be quite well.â
âOh! Iâve been very sick.â
âI know.â
âWho told you?â
âEveryone knows; I came here often to get news of you, and I learned of your recovery with pleasure.â
âNobody ever gave me your card.â
âI never left it.â
âAre you the young man who came every day to ask about me during my illness, and who never wanted to give his name?â
âIt is I.â
âWell, you are more than indulgent; you are generous. You would not have done that, count,â she added, turning toward M. de N . . . , and after having cast over me one of those looks by which women complete their assessment of a man.
âIâve only known you for two months,â replied the count.
âAnd this gentleman only knew me for five minutes. You always respond with inanities.â
Women are merciless to people they donât like.
The count reddened and bit his lip.
I felt sorry for him, because he seemed to be in love just as I was, and Margueriteâs blunt frankness must have made him quite unhappy, especially in front of two strangers.
âYou were playing music when we walked in,â I said, to change the subject. âWonât you do me the pleasure of treating me as an old friend, and keep on playing?â
âOh!â she said, as she threw herself on the couch and gestured for us to sit there too. âGaston knows what kind of music I play. Itâs all right when Iâm alone with the count, but I would not want to force you to endure such torture.â
âYou reserve that preference for me?â replied M. de N . . . with a smile that he tried to make knowing and ironic.
âYou are wrong to reproach me for it; itâs the only preference I show you.â
It was obvious that this poor boy would not be allowed to speak a word. He gave the young woman a truly imploring look.
âSo, Prudence,â she continued, âdid you do what I asked you?â
âYes.â
âThatâs good; you can tell me about it later. We have things to discussâdonât leave before Iâve spoken with you.â
âDoubtless we are in the way,â I said. âAnd now that we haveâor rather that I haveâobtained a second introduction to cancel the memory of the first, Gaston and I will go.â
âNot at all; it is not for your benefit that I said that. On the contrary, I would like you to stay.â
The count pulled out an amazingly elegant watch, and checked the time. âItâs time for me to go to the club,â he said.
Marguerite made no response.
The count left the fireside and approached her. âGood-bye, madam.â
Marguerite rose. âGood-bye, my dear count; youâre leaving already?
âYes, I was afraid I was boring you.â
âYou didnât bore me more today than you did any other day. When will we see you?â
âWhen you permit.â
âAdieu, then!â
It was cruel, you will admit.
Luckily the count had a fine upbringing and an excellent nature. He contented himself with kissing the hand that Marguerite extended nonchalantly to him, and left after bowing to us.
At the moment he crossed the threshold of the door, he looked at Prudence.
She shrugged her shoulders with an air that signified, âWhat do you want? Iâve done everything I
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