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He
replied
:
"
Good
morning
,
Madeleine
,
"
as
he
slipped
his
arm
around
her
waist
.
The
Du
Roys
had
been
in
Paris
two
days
and
the
journalist
had
resumed
work
;
he
had
given
up
his
own
especial
province
to
assume
that
of
Forestier
,
and
to
devote
himself
entirely
to
politics
.
On
this
particular
evening
he
turned
his
steps
toward
home
with
a
light
heart
.
As
he
passed
a
florist
's
on
Rue
Notre
Dame
de
Lorette
he
bought
a
bouquet
of
half-open
roses
for
Madeleine
.
Having
forgotten
his
key
,
on
arriving
at
his
door
,
he
rang
and
the
servant
answered
his
summons
.
Georges
asked
:
"
Is
Madame
at
home
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
In
the
dining-room
he
paused
in
astonishment
to
see
covers
laid
for
three
:
the
door
of
the
salon
being
ajar
,
he
saw
Madeleine
arranging
in
a
vase
on
the
mantelpiece
a
bunch
of
roses
similar
to
his
.
He
entered
the
room
and
asked
:
"
Have
you
invited
anyone
to
dinner
?
"
She
replied
without
turning
her
head
and
continuing
the
arrangement
of
her
flowers
:
"
Yes
and
no
:
it
is
my
old
friend
,
Count
de
Vaudrec
,
who
is
in
the
habit
of
dining
here
every
Monday
and
who
will
come
now
as
he
always
has
,
"
Georges
murmured
:
"
Very
well
.
"
He
stopped
behind
her
,
the
bouquet
in
his
hand
,
the
desire
strong
within
him
to
conceal
it
--
to
throw
it
away
.
However
,
he
said
:
"
Here
,
I
have
brought
you
some
roses
!
"
She
turned
to
him
with
a
smile
and
said
:
"
Ah
,
how
thoughtful
of
you
!
"
and
she
kissed
him
with
such
evident
affection
that
he
felt
consoled
.
