Милий друг
Jealousy
Heasked:
"MylittleMade,wouldyouliketogoasfarastheBois?"
"Yes,certainly."
TheytookanopencarriageanddrovetotheAvenueduBoisdeBoulogne.Itwasasultryevening;ahostofcabslinedthedrive,onebehindanother.WhenthecarriagecontainingGeorgesandMadeleinereachedtheturningwhichledtothefortifications,theykissedoneanotherandMadeleinestammeredinconfusion:"WeareaschildishaswewereatRouen."
Theroadtheyfollowedwasnotsomuchfrequented,agentlebreezerustledtheleavesofthetrees,theskywasstuddedwithbrilliantstarsandGeorgesmurmured,ashepressedhiswifetohisbreast:"Oh,mylittleMade."
Shesaidtohim:"DoyourememberhowgloomytheforestatCanteleuwas?Itseemedtomethatitwasfullofhorriblebeastsandthatitwasinterminable,whilehereitischarming.Onecanfeelthecaressingbreezes,andIknowthatSevresisontheotherside."
Hereplied:"Inourforeststherearenothingbutstags,foxes,roebucks,andboars,withhereandthereaforester’shouse."Hepausedforamomentandthenasked:"DidyoucomehereintheeveningwithCharlesoccasionally?"
Shereplied:"Frequently."
Hefeltadesiretoreturnhomeatonce.Forestier’simagehauntedhim,however;hecouldthinkofnothingelse.ThecarriagerolledontowardtheArcdeTriompheandjoinedthestreamofcarriagesreturninghome
