"Are you stupid?" she cried. "Don't you understand that something has happened to-day?"
Through all this scene Peyrol had kept his head as creditably as could have been expected, in the manner of a seaman caught by a white squall in the tropics. But at those words a dozen thoughts tried to rush together through his mind, in chase of that startling declaration. Something had happened! Where? How? Whom to? What thing? It couldn't be anything between her and the lieutenant. He had, it seemed to him, never lost sight of the lieutenant from the first hour when they met in the morning till he had sent him off to Toulon by an actual push on the shoulder; except while he was having his dinner in the next room with the door open, and for the few minutes spent in talking with Michel in the yard. But that was only a very few minutes, and directly afterwards the first sight of the lieutenant sitting gloomily on the bench like a lonely crow did not suggest either elation or excitement or any emotion connected with a woman. In the face of these difficulties Peyrol's mind became suddenly a blank. "Voyons, patronne," he began, unable to think of anything else to say. "What's all this fuss about? I expect him to be back here about midnight."
He was extremely relieved to notice that she believed him. It was the truth. For indeed he did not know what he could have invented on the spur of the moment that would get her out of the way and induce her to go to bed. She treated him to a sinister frown and a terribly menacing, "If you have lied . . . Oh!"
He produced an indulgent smile. "Compose yourself. He will be here soon after midnight. You may go to sleep with an easy mind."
She turned her back on him contemptuously, and said curtly, "Come along, aunt," and went to the door leading to the passage. There she turned for a moment with her hand on the door handle.
"You are changed. I can't trust either of you. You are not the same people."
She went out. Only then did Catherine detach her gaze from the wall to meet Peyrol's eyes. "Did you hear what she said? We! Changed! It is she herself . . ."
Peyrol nodded twice and there was a long pause, during which even the flames of the lamp did not stir.
"Go after her, Mademoiselle Catherine," he said at last with a shade of sympathy in his tone. She did not move. "Allons – du courage," he urged her deferentially as it were. "Try to put her to sleep."