Милый друг
Madame De Marelle
Therewillbenothingtopayatonce.Ifitsucceeds,wewillmakeseventythousandfrancs;ifnot,youwillowemetenthousandwhichyoucanrepayatyourpleasure."
Hesaidagain:"No,Idonotlikethosecombinations."
Shetriedtopersuadehimbytellinghimthatsheadvancednothing—thatthepaymentsweremadebyWalter’sbank.Shepointedouttohimthathehadledthepoliticalcampaignin"LaVieFrancaise,"andthathewouldbeverysimplenottoprofitbytheresultshehadhelpedtobringabout.Ashestillhesitated,sheadded:"ItisinrealityWalterwhowilladvancethemoney,andyouhavedoneenoughforhimtooffsetthatsum."
"Verywell,"saidhe,"Iwilldoit.IfweloseIwillpayyoubacktenthousandfrancs."
Shewassodelightedthatsherose,tookhisheadbetweenherhands,andkissedhim.Atfirsthedidnotrepulseher,butwhenshegrewmorelavishwithhercaresses,hesaid:
"Come,thatwilldo."
Shegazedathimsadly."Oh,Georges,Icannolongerevenembraceyou."
"No,notto-day.Ihaveaheadache."
Shereseatedherselfwithdocilityathisfeetandasked:
"Willyoudinewithusto-morrow?Itwouldgivemesuchpleasure,"
Hehesitatedatfirst,butdarednotrefuse.
"Yes,certainly."
"Thankyou,dearest.