"In short, she was anxious to follow me, to see and speak to you.
I had to swear with terrible oaths that she should see you
to-morrow, before she would let me go; not at Paris, as you said
you would never go there, but at Corbeil."
"Ah, as for that--"
"She will be at the station to-morrow at twelve. We will go down
together, and I will take the train for Paris. You can get into
the Corbeil train, and breakfast with Miss Jenny at the hotel of
the Belle Image."
Hector began to offer an objection. Sauvresy stopped him with a
gesture.
"Not a word," said he. "Here is my wife."
XV
On going to bed, that night, the count was less enchanted than ever
with the devotion of his friend Sauvresy. There is not a diamond on
which a spot cannot be found with a microscope.
"Here he is," thought he, "abusing his privileges as the saver of
my life. Can't a man do you a service, without continually making
you feel it? It seems as though because he prevented me from
blowing my brains out, I had somehow become something that belongs
to him! He came very near upbraiding me for Jenny's extravagance.
Where will he stop?"
The next day at breakfast he feigned indisposition so as not to
eat, and suggested to Sauvresy that he would lose the train.
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