Camille (La Dame aux Camilias)

Then it occurred to me, since I had the key, to go and see her as usual.

In this way I should soon know the truth, and if I found a man there I

would strike him in the face.

Meanwhile I went to the Champs-Elysees. I waited there four hours. She

did not appear. At night I went into all the theatres where she was

accustomed to go. She was in none of them.

At eleven o'clock I went to the Rue d'Antin. There was no light in

Marguerite's windows. All the same, I rang. The porter asked me where I

was going.

"To Mlle. Gautier's," I said.

"She has not come in."

"I will go up and wait for her."

"There is no one there."

Evidently I could get in, since I had the key, but, fearing foolish

scandal, I went away. Only I did not return home; I could not leave the

street, and I never took my eyes off Marguerite's house. It seemed to

me that there was still something to be found out, or at least that my

suspicions were about to be confirmed.

About midnight a carriage that I knew well stopped before No. 9. The

Comte de G. got down and entered the house, after sending away the

carriage. For a moment I hoped that the same answer would be given to

him as to me, and that I should see him come out; but at four o'clock in

the morning I was still awaiting him.

I have suffered deeply during these last three weeks, but that is

nothing, I think, in comparison with what I suffered that night.