“You will change the names, I hope!” said Nathan, addressing Mme. de la Baudraye.
“I should think so! I have only set names to the masks for you. My dear Nathan,” she added in the poet’s ear, “I know another case on which the wife takes du Bruel’s place.”
“And the catastrophe?” queried Lousteau, returning just at the end of Mme. de la Baudraye’s story.
“I do not believe in catastrophes. One has to invent such good ones to show that art is quite a match for chance; and nobody reads a book twice, my friend, except for the details.”
“But there is a catastrophe,” persisted Nathan.
“What is it?”
“The Marquise de Rochefide is infatuated with Charles Edward. My story excited her curiosity.”
“Oh, unhappy woman!” cried Mme. de la Baudraye.
“Not so unhappy,” said Nathan, “for Maxime de Trailles and La Palferine have brought about a rupture between the Marquis and Mme. Schontz, and they mean to make it up between Arthur and Beatrix.”