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"
Can
you
come
to
dinner
to-morrow
?
He
will
be
delighted
to
see
you
.
"
"
No
;
I
dine
at
the
Walters
.
We
have
a
great
many
political
and
financial
matters
to
talk
over
.
"
She
took
off
her
hat
.
He
pointed
to
a
bag
on
the
mantelpiece
:
"
I
bought
you
some
sweetmeats
.
"
She
clapped
her
hands
.
"
What
a
darling
you
are
!
"
She
took
them
,
tasted
one
,
and
said
:
"
They
are
delicious
.
I
shall
not
leave
one
.
Come
,
sit
down
in
the
armchair
,
I
will
sit
at
your
feet
and
eat
my
bonbons
.
"
He
smiled
as
he
saw
her
take
the
seat
a
short
while
since
occupied
by
Mme.
Walter
.
She
too
,
called
him
"
darling
,
little
one
,
dearest
,
"
and
the
words
seemed
to
him
sweet
and
caressing
from
her
lips
,
while
from
Mme.
Walter
's
they
irritated
and
nauseated
him
.
Suddenly
he
remembered
the
seventy
thousand
francs
he
was
going
to
make
,
and
bluntly
interrupting
Mme.
de
Marelle
's
chatter
,
he
said
:
"
Listen
,
my
darling
;
I
am
going
to
intrust
you
with
a
message
to
your
husband
.
Tell
him
from
me
to
buy
to-morrow
ten
thousand
francs
'
worth
of
Moroccan
stock
which
is
at
seventy-two
,
and
I
predict
that
before
three
months
are
passed
he
will
have
made
eighty
thousand
francs
.
Tell
him
to
maintain
absolute
silence
.
Tell
him
that
the
expedition
to
Tangiers
,
is
decided
upon
,
and
that
the
French
government
will
guarantee
the
Moroccan
debt
.
It
is
a
state
secret
I
am
confiding
to
you
,
remember
!
"
She
listened
to
him
gravely
and
murmured
:
"
Thank
you
.
I
will
tell
my
husband
this
evening
.
You
may
rely
upon
him
;
he
will
not
speak
of
it
;
he
can
be
depended
upon
;
there
is
no
danger
.
