“Yes, good-by!” said the latter, with an icy kiss.
Jeanne, without again turning round, went into the drawing-room. At the same moment, Cayrol, in a travelling-coat, entered the office, followed by Pierre.
“Here I am, quite ready,” said the banker to Madame Desvarennes. “Have you any new suggestion to make to me, or anything else to say?”
“Yes,” replied Madame Desvarennes, in a stern voice which made Cayrol start.
“Then make haste. I have only a moment to spare, and you know the train waits for no one.”
“You will not go!”
Cayrol, in amazement, answered:
“Do you mean it? Your interests are at stake yonder.”
“Your honor is in danger here,” cried the mistress, vehemently.
“My honor!” repeated Cayrol, starting back. “Madame, do you know what you are saying?”