Cydalise took the Brazilian’s hand, but he released it as politely as he could.
“I came back for Madame Marneffe,” the man went on where he had left off, “but you do not know why I was three years thinking about it.”
“No, savage!” said Carabine.
“Well, she had so repeatedly told me that she longed to live with me alone in a desert—”
“Oh, ho! he is not a savage after all,” cried Carabine, with a shout of laughter. “He is of the highly-civilized tribe of Flats!”
“She had told me this so often,” Montes went on, regardless of the courtesan’s mockery, “that I had a lovely house fitted up in the heart of that vast estate. I came back to France to fetch Valerie, and the first evening I saw her—”
“Saw her is very proper!” said Carabine. “I will remember it.”
“She told me to wait till that wretched Marneffe was dead; and I agreed, and forgave her for having admitted the attentions of Hulot. Whether the devil had her in hand I don’t know, but from that instant that woman has humored my every whim, complied with all my demands—never for one moment has she given me cause to suspect her!—”
“That is supremely clever!” said Carabine to Madame Nourrisson, who nodded in sign of assent.
“My faith in that woman,” said Montes, and he shed a tear, “was a match for my love. Just now, I was ready to fight everybody at table—”