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She
replied
sadly
:
"
Yes
and
no
.
I
have
lost
none
of
my
relatives
,
but
I
have
arrived
at
an
age
when
one
should
wear
somber
colors
.
I
wear
it
to-day
to
inaugurate
it
;
hitherto
I
have
worn
it
in
my
heart
.
"
The
dinner
was
somewhat
tedious
.
Suzanne
alone
talked
incessantly
.
Rose
seemed
preoccupied
.
The
journalist
was
overwhelmed
with
congratulations
,
after
the
meal
,
when
all
repaired
to
the
drawing
-
rooms
.
Mme.
Walter
detained
him
as
they
were
about
to
enter
the
salon
,
saying
:
"
I
will
never
speak
of
anything
to
you
again
,
only
come
to
see
me
,
Georges
.
It
is
impossible
for
me
to
live
without
you
.
I
see
you
,
I
feel
you
,
in
my
heart
all
day
and
all
night
.
It
is
as
if
I
had
drunk
a
poison
which
preyed
upon
me
.
I
can
not
bear
it
.
I
would
rather
be
as
an
old
woman
to
you
.
I
powdered
my
hair
for
that
reason
to-night
;
but
come
here
--
come
from
time
to
time
as
a
friend
.
"
He
replied
calmly
:
"
Very
well
.
It
is
unnecessary
to
speak
of
it
again
.
You
see
I
came
to-day
on
receipt
of
your
letter
"
Walter
,
who
had
preceded
them
,
with
his
two
daughters
and
Madeleine
,
awaited
Du
Roy
near
the
picture
of
"
Christ
Walking
on
the
Water
.
"
"
Only
think
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
found
my
wife
yesterday
kneeling
before
that
painting
as
if
in
a
chapel
.
She
was
praying
!
"
Mme.
Walter
replied
in
a
firm
voice
,
in
a
voice
in
which
vibrated
a
secret
exaltation
:
"
That
Christ
will
save
my
soul
.
He
gives
me
fresh
courage
and
strength
every
time
that
I
look
at
Him
.
"
And
pausing
before
the
picture
,
she
murmured
:
"
How
beautiful
He
is
!
How
frightened
those
men
are
,
and
how
they
love
Him
!
Look
at
His
head
,
His
eyes
,
how
simple
and
supernatural
He
is
at
the
same
time
!
"
Suzanne
cried
:
"
Why
,
He
looks
like
you
,
Bel-Ami
!
I
am
sure
He
looks
like
you
.
The
resemblance
is
striking
.
"
She
made
him
stand
beside
the
painting
and
everyone
recognized
the
likeness
.
Du
Roy
was
embarrassed
.
Walter
thought
it
very
singular
;
Madeleine
,
with
a
smile
,
remarked
that
Jesus
looked
more
manly
.
Mme.
Walter
stood
by
motionless
,
staring
fixedly
at
her
lover
's
face
,
her
cheeks
as
white
as
her
hair
.
During
the
remainder
of
the
winter
,
the
Du
Roys
often
visited
the
Walters
.
Georges
,
too
,
frequently
dined
there
alone
,
Madeleine
pleading
fatigue
and
preferring
to
remain
at
home
.
He
had
chosen
Friday
as
his
day
,
and
Mme.
Walter
never
invited
anyone
else
on
that
evening
;
it
belonged
to
Bel-Ami
.
Often
in
a
dark
corner
or
behind
a
tree
in
the
conservatory
,
Mme.
Walter
embraced
the
young
man
and
whispered
in
his
ear
:
"
I
love
you
,
I
love
you
!
I
love
you
desperately
!
"
