"At any rate," he said, "you did well to wait patiently.""I do not regret it.""If you can keep this house -"She interrupted him with a great burst of laughter.
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"Are you sure of that?""Sure as I live, having seen with my own eyes the young swell andhis red-headed friend counting heaps of bank-notes to M. Vincent.
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"Bravo!" said M. de Tregars, forcing himself to smile, - "bravo!"He saw clearly now what sort of woman was Mme. Zelie Cadelle; howhe should speak to her, and what cords he might yet cause to vibratewithin her. He recognized the true daughter of Paris, wayward andnervous, who in the midst of her disorders preserves an instinctivepride; who places her independence far above all the money in theworld; who gives, rather than sells, herself; who knows no law buther caprice, no morality but the policeman, no religion but pleasure.
As soon as she had returned to her seat,"There you are dancing gayly," he said, "and poor Vincent isdoubtless groaning at this moment over his separation from you.""Ah! I'd pity him if I had time," she said.
"He was fond of you?""Don't speak of it.""If he had not been fond of you, he would not have put you here."Mme. Zelie made a little face of equivocal meaning.
"What proof is that?" she murmured.
"He would not have spent so much money for you.""For me!" she interrupted, - "for me! What have I cost him of anyconsequence? Is it for me that he bought, furnished, and fittedout this house? No, no! He had the cage; and he put in the bird,- the first he happened to find. He brought me here as he mighthave brought any other woman, young or old, pretty or ugly, blondeor brunette. As to what I spent here, it was a mere bagatellecompared with what the other did, - the one before me. Amanda kepttelling me all the time I was a fool. You may believe me, then,when I tell you that M. Vincent will not wet many handkerchiefswith the tears he'll shed over me.""But do you know what became of the one before you, as you call her,- whether she is alive or dead, and owing to what circumstances thecage became empty?"But, instead of answering, Mme. Zelie was fixing upon Marius deTregars a suspicious glance. And, after a moment only,"Why do you ask me that?" she said.
"I would like to know."She did not permit him to proceed. Rising from her seat, andstepping briskly up to him,"Do you belong to the police, by chance?" she asked in a tone ofmistrust.
If she was anxious, it was evidently because she had motives ofanxiety which she had concealed. If, two or three times she hadinterrupted herself, it was because, manifestly, she had a secretto keep. If the idea of police had come into her mind, it isbecause, very probably, they had recommended her to be on her guard.
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