"Oh! yes, my boy! That would be a very obliging act!"
Hussonnet set off, without even requiring to have an appeal made to him.
In what way could they repay him for his kindness? Frederick did not bestow a thought on it. He was even beginning to rejoice at finding himself alone with her, when a waiter entered.
"Madame, somebody is asking for you!"
"What! again?"
"However, I must see who it is," said Rosanette.
He was thirsting for her; he wanted her. This disappearance seemed to him an act of prevarication, almost a piece of rudeness. What, then, did she mean? Was it not enough to have insulted Madame Arnoux? So much for the latter, all the same! Now he hated all women; and he felt the tears choking him, for his love had been misunderstood and his desire eluded.
The Maréchale returned, and presented Cisy to him.
"I have invited Monsieur. I have done right, have I not?"
"How is that! Oh! certainly."