"Never!" replied Adrienne.
Then proudly drawing herself up, she took Denis's arm and without even glancing in her mirror, she went off toward the salons.
"Your bouquet, madame," said Lissac, who was still pale and his voice trembled.
"True!" said Adrienne.
She fastened her bouquet of drooping roses to her corsage and without daring to look at Lissac again, she re-entered, leaning on Ramel's arm.
Left alone in the salon, Guy remained a moment to shake his head.
"Poor, dear creature!" he said. "If I had been young enough not to understand the position in which her madness placed me, or base enough to profit by it, what a pretty little preface to a great folly she was about to commit this evening! Well! this attack of morality will perhaps count in my favor some day."
He stooped down and picked up a rose that had fallen from Adrienne's bouquet to the carpet.
He smiled as he took up the flower and looked at it.
"One learns at any age!" he thought, as he put the flower in his coat. "That, at least, is a love souvenir that they will not send the police to rob me of."