The two women went hand in hand to try to save the man whom they both adored.
All this time Serge remained in the little drawing-room enjoying the hope of returning peace. It was sweet to him, after the troubles he had gone through. He had not the slightest suspicion of the scene in the adjoining room between Jeanne and Micheline. The fond heroism of his wife and the self-denial of his mistress were unknown to him.
Time was passing. At least an hour had sped since Micheline left him to go to her mother, and Serge was beginning to think that the interview was very long, when a light step made him tremble. It came from the gallery. He thought it was Micheline, and opening the door, he went to meet her.
He drew back disappointed, vexed, and anxious, when he found it was Pierre. The two men had never met alone since that terrible night at Nice. Panine assumed a bold demeanor, and returned Pierre’s firm look. Steadying his voice, he said:
“Ah! is it you?”
“Were you not expecting me?” answered Pierre whose harsh voice thrilled Serge.
The Prince opened his mouth to speak, but Pierre, did not give him time. In stern and provoking accents, he continued:
“I made you a promise once; have you forgotten it? I have a good memory. You are a villain, and I come to chastise you!”
“Pierre!” exclaimed the Prince, starting fiercely.
But he suddenly calmed himself, and added: