never danced since your marriage with any one but your
husband?"
"Never. His arm is the only one on which I have leaned; I have never
felt the touch of another man."
"Has your physician never felt your pulse?"
"Now you are laughing at me."
"No, madame, I admire you, because I comprehend you. But you let a man
hear your voice, you let yourself be seen, you--in short, you permit our
eyes to admire you--"
"Ah!" she said, interrupting him, "that is one of my griefs. Yes, I wish
it were possible for a married woman to live secluded with her husband,
as a mistress lives with her lover, for then--"
"Then why were you, two hours ago, on foot, disguised, in the rue Soly?"
"The rue Soly, where is that?"
And her pure voice gave no sign of any emotion; no feature of her face
quivered; she did not blush; she remained calm.
"What! you did not go up to the second floor of a house in the rue
des Vieux-Augustins at the corner of the rue Soly? You did not have
a hackney-coach waiting near by? You did not return in it to the
flower-shop in the rue Richelieu, where you bought the feathers that are
now in your hair?"
"I did not leave my house this evening."
As she uttered that lie she was smiling and imperturbable; she played
with her fan; but if any one had passed a hand down her back they would,
perhaps, have found it moist. At that instant Auguste remembered the
instructions of the vidame.
"Then it was some one who strangely resembled you," he said, with a
credulous air.
"Monsieur," she replied, "if you are capable of following a woman and
detecting her secrets, you will allow me to say that it is a wrong, a
very wrong thing, and I do you the honor to say that I disbelieve you."
The baron turned away, placed himself before the fireplace and seemed
thoughtful. He bent his head; but his eyes were covertly fixed on Madame
Jules, who, not remembering the reflections in the mirror, cast two or
three glances at him that were full of terror. Presently she made a sign
to her husband and rising took his arm to walk about the salon. As she
passed before Monsieur de Maulincour, who at that moment was speaking
to a friend, he said in a loud voice, as if in reply to a remark:
"That woman will certainly not sleep quietly this night." Madame
Jules stopped, gave him an imposing look which expressed contempt,
and continued her way, unaware that another look, if surprised by her
husband, might endanger not only her happines
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