"
"Is that what you have to say?" answered Hulot. "Is this the way you
receive me when I come like a Pope with my hands full of Indulgences?
--Well, your husband will never be a first-class clerk, nor be
promoted in the Legion of Honor."
"That remains to be seen," said Madame Marneffe, with a meaning look
at Hulot.
"Well, well, no temper," said Hulot in despair. "I will call this
evening, and we will come to an understanding."
"In Lisbeth's rooms then."
"Very good--at Lisbeth's," said the old dotard.
Hulot and Crevel went downstairs together without speaking a word till
they were in the street; but outside on the sidewalk they looked at
each other with a dreary laugh.
"We are a couple of old fools," said Crevel.
"I have got rid of them," said Madame Marneffe to Lisbeth, as she sat
down once more. "I never loved and I never shall love any man but my
Jaguar," she added, smiling at Henri Montes. "Lisbeth, my dear, you
don't know. Henri has forgiven me the infamy to which I was reduced by
poverty."
"It was my own fault," said the Brazilian. "I ought to have sent you a
hundred thousand francs."
"Poor boy!" said Valerie; "I might have worked for my living, but my
fingers were not made for that--ask Lisbeth.
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