"Excuse me," Entragues continued. He took a malicious pleasure in making the untuned instrument vibrate. "But is there not a stain on the little finger?"
"No, it was the poison."
This came from her lips with the calmness of a meditated confession.
His eyes sincerely troubled, Hubert watched the monster who disengaged herself and fled, throwing these words to him as an adieu:
"I am leaving tomorrow, come to see me."
[CHAPTER II]
MADAME DU BOYS
"... Quid agunt in corpore casto Cerussa
et minium, centumque venena colorum?
Mentis honor morumque decus sunt vincula
Conjugii...."
(Sancti Claudius Marius Victor,
De perversis suae aetatis moribus)