Mademoiselle de Verneuil added not a word to that scornful ejaculation.The young and handsome Chevalier du Vissard, eager to be forgiven for the joke which had led to the insults at La Vivetiere, now came up to her and respectfully invited her to dance.She placed her hand in his, and they took their places in a quadrille opposite to Madame du Gua.The gowns of the royalist women, which recalled the fashions of the exiled court, and their creped and powdered hair seemed absurd as soon as they were contrasted with the attire which republican fashions authorized Mademoiselle de Verneuil to wear.This attire, which was elegant, rich, and yet severe, was loudly condemned but inwardly envied by all the women present.The men could not restrain their admiration for the beauty of her natural hair and the adjustment of a dress the charm of which was in the proportions of the form which it revealed.
At that moment the marquis and the count re-entered the ballroom behind Mademoiselle de Verneuil, who did not turn her head.If a mirror had not been there to inform her of Montauran's presence, she would have known it from Madame du Gua's face, which scarcely concealed, under an apparently indifferent air, the impatience with which she awaited the conflict which must, sooner or later, take place between the lovers.Though the marquis talked with the count and other persons, he heard the remarks of all the dancers who from time to time in the mazes of the quadrille took the place of Mademoiselle de Verneuil and her partner.
"Positively, madame, she came alone," said one.
"She must be a bold woman," replied the lady.
"If I were dressed like that I should feel myself naked," said another woman.
"Oh, the gown is not decent, certainly," replied her partner; "but it is so becoming, and she is so handsome.""I am ashamed to look at such perfect dancing, for her sake; isn't it exactly that of an opera girl?" said the envious woman.
"Do you suppose that she has come here to intrigue for the First Consul?" said another.
"A joke if she has," replied the partner.
"Well, she can't offer innocence as a dowry," said the lady, laughing.
The Gars turned abruptly to see the lady who uttered this sarcasm, and Madame du Gua looked at him as if to say, "You see what people think of her.""Madame," said the count, laughing, "so far, it is only women who have taken her innocence away from her."The marquis privately forgave the count.When he ventured to look at his mistress, whose beauty was, like that of most women, brought into relief by the light of the wax candles, she turned her back upon him as she resumed her place, and went on talking to her partner in a way to let the marquis hear the sweetest and most caressing tones of her voice.
"The First Consul sends dangerous ambassadors," her partner was saying.
"Monsieur," she replied, "you all said that at La Vivetiere.""You have the memory of a king," replied he, disconcerted at his own awkwardness.
"To forgive injuries one must needs remember them," she said quickly, relieving his embarrassment with a smile.
"Are we all included in that amnesty?" said the marquis, approaching her.
But she darted away in the dance, with the gaiety of a child, leaving him without an answer.He watched her coldly and sadly; she saw it, and bent her head with one of those coquettish motions which the graceful lines of her throat enabled her to make, omitting no movement or attitude which could prove to him the perfection of her figure.She attracted him like hope, and eluded him like a memory.To see her thus was to desire to possess her at any cost.She knew that, and the sense it gave her of her own beauty shed upon her whole person an inexpressible charm.The marquis felt the storm of love, of rage, of madness, rising in his heart; he wrung the count's hand violently, and left the room.
"Is he gone?" said Mademoiselle de Verneuil, returning to her place.
The count gave her a glance and passed into the next room, from which he presently returned accompanied by the Gars.
"He is mine!" she thought, observing his face in the mirror.
She received the young leader with a displeased air and said nothing, but she smiled as she turned away from him; he was so superior to all about him that she was proud of being able to rule him; and obeying an instinct which sways all women more or less, she resolved to let him know the value of a few gracious words by making him pay dear for them.As soon as the quadrille was over, all the gentlemen who had been at La Vivetiere surrounded Mademoiselle de Verneuil, wishing by their flattering attentions to obtain her pardon for the mistake they had made; but he whom she longed to see at her feet did not approach the circle over which she now reigned a queen.
"He thinks I still love him," she thought, "and does not wish to be confounded with mere flatterers."She refused to dance again.Then, as if the ball were given for her, she walked about on the arm of the Comte de Bauvan, to whom she was pleased to show some familiarity.The affair at La Vivetiere was by this time known to all present, thanks to Madame du Gua, and the lovers were the object of general attention.The marquis dared not again address his mistress; a sense of the wrong he had done her and the violence of his returning passion made her seem to him actually terrible.On her side Marie watched his apparently calm face while she seemed to be observing the ball.
"It is fearfully hot here," she said to the count."Take me to the other side where I can breathe; I am stifling here."And she motioned towards a small room where a few card-players were assembled.The marquis followed her.He ventured to hope she had left the crowd to receive him, and this supposed favor roused his passion to extreme violence; for his love had only increased through the resistance he had made to it during the last few days.Mademoiselle de Verneuil still tormented him; her eyes, so soft and velvety for the count, were hard and stern when, as if by accident, they met his.
