When they were on the street he handed her into a phaeton, which he

drove himself, and they were whirled away by two superb horses.

We returned to Prudence's box, and when the play was over we took a cab

and drove to 7, Rue d'Antin. At the door, Prudence asked us to come up

and see her showrooms, which we had never seen, and of which she seemed

very proud. You can imagine how eagerly I accepted. It seemed to me

as if I was coming nearer and nearer to Marguerite. I soon turned the

conversation in her direction.

"The old duke is at your neighbours," I said to Prudence.

"Oh, no; she is probably alone."

"But she must be dreadfully bored," said Gaston.

"We spend most of our evening together, or she calls to me when she

comes in. She never goes to bed before two in the morning. She can't

sleep before that."

"Why?"

"Because she suffers in the chest, and is almost always feverish."

"Hasn't she any lovers?" I asked.

"I never see any one remain after I leave; I don't say no one ever comes

when I am gone. Often in the evening I meet there a certain Comte de N.,

who thinks he is making some headway by calling on her at eleven in the

evening, and by sending her jewels to any extent; but she can't stand

him. She makes a mistake; he is very rich. It is in vain that I say to

her from time to time, 'My dear child, there's the man for you.' She,

who generally listens to me, turns her back and replies that he is too

stupid. Stupid, indeed, he is; but it would be a position for her, while

this old duke might die any day. Old men are egoists; his family are

always reproaching him for his affection for Marguerite; there are two

reasons why he is likely to leave her nothing. I give her good advice,

and she only says it will be plenty of time to take on the count when

the duke is dead. It isn't all fun," continued Prudence, "to live like

that. I know very well it wouldn't suit me, and I should soon send the

old man about his business. He is so dull; he calls her his daughter;

looks after her like a child; and is always in the way. I am sure at

this very moment one of his servants is prowling about in the street to

see who comes out, and especially who goes in."




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