"My good Marguerite," I said to her, "I am going to ask your permission

to go to Paris. They do not know my address, and I expect there are

letters from my father waiting for me. I have no doubt he is concerned;

I ought to answer him."

"Go, my friend," she said; "but be back early." I went straight to

Prudence.

"Come," said I, without beating about the bush, "tell me frankly, where

are Marguerite's horses?"

"Sold."

"The shawl?"

"Sold."

"The diamonds?"

"Pawned."

"And who has sold and pawned them?"

"Why did you not tell me?"

"Because Marguerite made me promise not to."

"And why did you not ask me for money?"

"Because she wouldn't let me."

"And where has this money gone?"

"In payments."

"Is she much in debt?"

"Thirty thousand francs, or thereabouts. Ah, my dear fellow, didn't

I tell you? You wouldn't believe me; now you are convinced. The

upholsterer whom the duke had agreed to settle with was shown out of the

house when he presented himself, and the duke wrote next day to say that

he would answer for nothing in regard to Mlle. Gautier. This man wanted

his money; he was given part payment out of the few thousand francs that

I got from you; then some kind souls warned him that his debtor had been

abandoned by the duke and was living with a penniless young man; the

other creditors were told the same; they asked for their money, and

seized some of the goods. Marguerite wanted to sell everything, but it

was too late, and besides I should have opposed it. But it was necessary

to pay, and in order not to ask you for money, she sold her horses and

her shawls, and pawned her jewels. Would you like to see the receipts

and the pawn tickets?"

And Prudence opened the drawer and showed me the papers.

"Ah, you think," she continued, with the insistence of a woman who can

say, I was right after all, "ah, you think it is enough to be in love,

and to go into the country and lead a dreamy, pastoral life. No, my

friend, no. By the side of that ideal life, there is a material life,

and the purest resolutions are held to earth by threads which seem

slight enough, but which are of iron, not easily to be broken. If

Marguerite has not been unfaithful to you twenty times, it is because

she has an exceptional nature. It is not my fault for not advising

her to, for I couldn't bear to see the poor girl stripping herself

of everything. She wouldn't; she replied that she loved you, and she

wouldn't be unfaithful to you for anything in the world. All that is

very pretty, very poetical, but one can't pay one's creditors in that

coin, and now she can't free herself from debt, unless she can raise

thirty thousand francs."




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