But at Saint-Germain they saw fewer people. It had been necessary to make new acquaintances, to create for themselves a new world among strangers, a new existence devoid of occupations. Then the monotony of loneliness had soured each of them a little; and the quiet happiness which they had hoped and waited for with the coming of riches did not appear.
One June morning, just as they were sitting down to breakfast, Bondel asked:
“Do you know the people who live in the little red cottage at the end of the Rue du Berceau?”
Madame Bondel was out of sorts. She answered:
“Yes and no; I am acquainted with them, but I do not care to know them.”
“Why not? They seem to be very nice.”
“Because—”
“This morning I met the husband on the terrace and we took a little walk together.”
Seeing that there was danger in the air, Bendel added: “It was he who spoke to me first.”
His wife looked at him in a displeased manner. She continued: “You would have done just as well to avoid him.”