A man of less introspective egoism would not have bestowed a thought at such a moment on the possibility of the Vicomte, M. de Comaing, or anyone else appearing on the scene. But Frederick had been too many times the dupe of these very glances to compromise himself by a fresh humiliation.
She wished to know all about his relationships and his amusements. She even enquired about his financial affairs, and offered to lend him money if he wanted it. Frederick, unable to stand it any longer, took up his hat.
“I’m off, my pet! I hope you’ll enjoy yourself thoroughly down there. Au revoir!”
She opened her eyes wide; then, in a dry tone:
“Au revoir!”
He made his way out through the yellow drawing-room, and through the second anteroom. There was on the table, between a vase full of visiting-c
