"Don't speak to me about these money matters, my friend, you know that sort of thing disgusts me!—"
"I understand you and ask your pardon."
They were to see each other again the next day, as parliament was to take a rest.
"What joy! Not to be away from you for the whole of the day!" remarked Vaudrey.
"Well then, till to-morrow!"
She felt intense pleasure in being alone again, wrapped in her sheets, with the light of the lamp that ordinarily shone upon her hours of love with Sulpice, still burning, and to be free to dream of her Spanish grandee who had said, plainly, with the trembling of passion on his lips: "I should esteem you enough to become your husband!"
She passed the night in reverie.
Vaudrey, in spite of the joy of the morrow,—a long tête-à-tête with his mistress,—thought with increasing vexation of the approaching maturity of his bill of exchange; within two months he would have to pay the hundred thousand francs which he had undertaken to pay Marianne's creditor.
"It is astonishing how quickly time passes!"
At breakfast the following day, Adrienne saw that her husband was more than usually preoccupied.