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done better not to have written to her； but to have gone to see her； and that then I should have had the pleasure of seeing the tears that she would shed。 Finally； I asked myself what she would reply to me； already prepared to believe whatever excuse she made。
Joseph returned。
〃Well？〃 I said to him。
〃Sir；〃 said he； 〃madame was not up； and still asleep； but as soon as she rings the letter will be taken to her； and if there is any reply it will be sent。〃
She was asleep！
Twenty times I was on the point of sending to get the letter back； but every time I said to myself： 〃Perhaps she will have got it already； and it would look as if I have repented of sending it。〃
As the hour at which it seemed likely that she would reply came nearer； I regretted more and more that I had written。 The clock struck； ten； eleven； twelve。 At twelve I was on the point of keeping the appointment as if nothing had happened。 In the end I could see no way out of the circle of fire which closed upon me。
Then I began to believe； with the superstition which people have when they are waiting； that if I went out for a little while； I should find an answer when I got back。 I went out under the pretext of going to lunch。
Instead of lunching at the Cafe Foy； at the corner of the Boulevard； as I usually did； I preferred to go to the Palais Royal and so pass through the Rue d'Antin。 Every time that I saw a woman at a distance； I fancied it was Nanine bringing me an answer。 I passed through the Rue d'Antin without even coming across a commissionaire。 I went to Very's in the Palais Royal。 The waiter gave me something to eat； or rather served up to me whatever he liked； for I ate nothing。 In spite of myself； my eyes were constantly fixed on the clock。 I returned home； certain that I should find a letter from Marguerite。
The porter had received nothing； but I still hoped in my servant。 He had seen no one since I went out。
If Marguerite had been going to answer me she would have answered long before。
Then I began to regret the terms of my letter； I should have said absolutely nothing； and that would undoubtedly have aroused her suspicions； for； finding that I did not keep my appointment； she would have inquired the reason of my absence； and only then I should have given it to her。 Thus； she would have had to exculpate herself； and what I wanted was for her to exculpate herself。 I already realized that I should have believed whatever reasons she had given me； and anything was better than not to see her again。
At last I began to believe that she would come to see me herself； but hour followed hour； and she did not come。
Decidedly Marguerite was not like other women； for there are few who would have received such a letter as I had just written without answering it at all。
At five； I hastened to the Champs…Elysees。 〃If I meet her；〃 I thought； 〃I will put on an indifferent air； and she will be convinced that I no longer think about her。〃
As I turned the corner of the Rue Royale； I saw her pass in her carriage。 The meeting was so sudden that I turned pale。 I do not know if she saw my emotion； as for me； I was so agitated that I saw nothing but the carriage。
I did not go any farther in the direction of the Champs…Elysees。 I looked at the advertisements of the theatres； for I had still a chance of seeing her。 There was a first night at the Palais Royal。 Marguerite was sure to be there。 I was at the theatre by seven。 The boxes filled one after another； but Marguerite was not there。 I left the Palais Royal and went to all the theatres where she was most often to be seen： to the Vaudeville； the Varietes； the Opera Comique。 She was nowhere。
Either my letter had troubled her too much for her to care to go to the theatre； or she feared to come across me； and so wished to avoid an explanation。 So my vanity was whispering to me on the boulevards； when I met Gaston； who asked me where I had been。
〃At the Palais Royal。〃
〃And I at the Opera；〃 said he； 〃I expected to see you there。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because Marguerite was there。〃
〃Ah； she was there？〃
〃Yes。
〃Alone？〃
〃No； with another woman。〃
〃That all？〃
〃The Comte de G。 came to her box for an instant； but she went off with the duke。 I expected to see you every moment； for there was a stall at my side which remained empty the whole evening； and I was sure you had taken it。〃
〃But why should I go where Marguerite goes？〃
〃Because you are her lover； surely！〃
〃Who told you that？〃
〃Prudence； whom I met yesterday。 I give you my congratulations； my dear fellow； she is a charming mistress； and it isn't everybody who has the chance。 Stick to her； she will do you credit。〃
These simple reflections of Gaston showed me how absurd had been my susceptibilities。 If I had only met him the night before and he had spoken to me like that； I should certainly not have written the foolish letter which I had written。
I was on the point of calling on Prudence； and of sending her to tell Marguerite that I wanted to speak to her； but I feared that she would revenge herself on me by saying that she could not see me； and I returned home； after passing through the Rue d'Antin。 Again I asked my porter if there was a letter for me。 Nothing！ She is waiting to see if I shall take some fresh step； and if I retract my letter of to…day； I said to myself as I went to bed； but； seeing that I do not write； she will write to me to…morrow。
That night； more than ever； I reproached myself for what I had done。 I was alone； unable to sleep； devoured by restlessness and jealousy； when by simply letting things take their natural course I should have been with Marguerite； hearing the delicious words which I had heard only twice； and which made my ears burn in my solitude。
The most frightful part of the situation was that my judgment was against me； as a matter of fact； everything went to prove that Marguerite loved me。 First； her proposal to spend the summer with me in the country； then the certainty that there was no reason why she should be my mistress； since my income was insufficient for her needs and even for her caprices。 There could not then have been on her part anything but the hope of finding in me a sincere affection； able to give her rest from the mercenary loves in whose midst she lived； and on the very second day I had destroyed this hope； and paid by impertinent irony for the love which I had accepted during two nights。 What I had done was therefore not merely ridiculous； it was indelicate。 I had not even paid the woman； that I might have some right to find fault with her； withdrawing after two days； was I not like a parasite of love； afraid of having to pay the bill of the banquet？ What！ I had only known Marguerite for thirty…six hours； I had been her lover for only twenty…four； and instead of being too happy that she should grant me all that she did； I wanted to have her all to myself； and to make her sever at one stroke all her past relations which were the revenue of her future。 What had I to reproach in her？ Nothing。 She had written to say she was unwell； when she might have said to me quite crudely； with the hideous frankness of certain women； that she had to see a lover； and； instead of believing her letter； instead of going to any street in Paris except the Rue d'Antin； instead of spending the evening with my friends； and presenting myself next day at the appointed hour； I was acting the Othello； spying upon her； and thinking to punish her by seeing her no more。 But； on the contrary； she ought to be enchanted at this separation。 She ought to find me supremely foolish； and her silence was not even that of rancour； it was contempt。
I might have made Marguerite a present which would leave no doubt as to my generosity and permit me to feel properly quits of her； as of a kept woman； but I should have felt that I was offending by the least appearance of trafficking； if not the love which she had for me； at all events the love which I had for her； and since this love was so pure that it could admit no division； it could not pay by a present； however generous； the happiness that it had received； however short that happiness had been。
That is what I said to myself all night long； and what I was every moment prepared to go and say to Marguerite。 When the day dawned I was still sleepless。 I was in a fever。 I could think of nothing but Marguerite。
As you can imagine； it was time to take a decided step； and finish either with the woman or with one's scruples； if； that is； she would still be willing to see me。 But you know well； one is always slow in taking a decided step； so； unable to remain within doors and not daring to call on Marguerite； I made one attempt in her direction； an attempt that I could always look upon as a mere chance if it succeeded。
It was nine o'clock； and I went at once to call upon Prudence； who asked to what she owed this early visit。 I dared not tell her frankly what brought me。 I replied that I had gone out early in order to reserve a place in the diligence for C。； where my father lived。
〃You are fortunate；〃 she said； 〃in being able to get away from Paris in this fine weather。〃
I looked at Prudence； asking myself whether she was laughing at me； but her face