"For what? Go on!"
"Well! I too am jealous of the affection you bestow on others. And on that trip to the country, when Balloquet made love to you—that vexed me terribly."
"Really? Did you suppose for a moment that I would listen to that man?"
"Why not—if he had pleased you?"
"If he had pleased me—very good; but you know perfectly well that he could not please me—seriously. And so your friendship is jealous, too?"
She lowered her eyes as she asked that question. I took her hand and pressed it affectionately. At that moment, her maid entered and said:
"Monsieur Dauberny, who has just arrived, wishes to know if he may come to inquire for madame's health."
Frédérique was thunderstruck. She glanced at me, murmuring:
"He has come back! What a misfortune! I had flattered myself that he would never come back. But, after all, we must submit to our fate. After five months' absence, I dare not refuse to receive him; for his visit is solely one of politeness, no doubt. Remain, my friend; your presence will give me strength to endure Monsieur Dauberny's. Will you do me this favor?"
"If you authorize me to do so, madame, I will remain."