"That sacrifice may also be a prudent action," observed Madeleine.
"Oh, I do not know about that," replied the thoughtless woman of fashion; "a woman is expected to have admirers; they only render her more valuable in the eyes of her husband. I should not consent to offend this devoted friend without some strong incentive. But to insure being present at Madame de Fleury's ball, I would agree to anything. So, it is a bargain: if I obtain you my husband's vote, you obtain me this invitation?"
"That is our compact," answered Madeleine.
"Agreed. I shall return home with a light heart; you have cheered me wonderfully; I am inclined to be so amiable to all the world, my husband included, that all the world and my husband are your debtors. When shall I receive the good news that you have conquered Madame de Fleury?"
"At whatever time you think you will be prepared to send me the intelligence that you have vanquished Mr. Gilmer."
"That will be this evening, before my husband goes to his club."
"By this evening, then, I will have procured you the invitation."
"Remember, I depend upon you. Good-morning."
Mrs. Gilmer departed in high good-humor, leaving Madeleine reflecting with regret upon the tools which harsh circumstance seemed to force her to use.