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Rival
asked
:
"
Do
you
know
what
has
become
of
his
wife
?
"
The
poet
smiled
.
"
Yes
and
no
--
she
lives
a
very
retired
life
,
I
have
been
told
,
in
the
Montmartre
quarter
.
But
--
there
is
a
but
--
for
some
time
I
have
read
political
articles
in
'
La
Plume
,
'
which
resemble
those
of
Forestier
and
Du
Roy
.
They
are
supposed
to
be
written
by
a
Jean
Le
Dol
,
a
young
,
intelligent
,
handsome
man
--
something
like
our
friend
Georges
--
who
has
become
acquainted
with
Mme.
Forestier
.
From
that
I
have
concluded
that
she
likes
beginners
and
that
they
like
her
.
She
is
,
moreover
,
rich
;
Vaudrec
and
Laroche-Mathieu
were
not
attentive
to
her
for
nothing
.
"
Rival
asked
:
"
Tell
me
,
is
it
true
that
Mme.
Walter
and
Du
Roy
do
not
speak
?
"
"
Yes
.
She
did
not
wish
to
give
him
her
daughter
's
hand
.
But
he
threatened
the
old
man
with
shocking
revelations
.
Walter
remembered
Laroche-Mathieu
's
fate
and
yielded
at
once
;
but
his
wife
,
obstinate
like
all
women
,
vowed
that
she
would
never
address
a
word
to
her
son-in-law
.
It
is
comical
to
see
them
together
!
She
looks
like
the
statue
of
vengeance
,
and
he
is
very
uncomfortable
,
although
he
tries
to
appear
at
his
ease
.
"
Suddenly
the
beadle
struck
the
floor
three
times
with
his
staff
.
All
the
people
turned
to
see
what
was
coming
,
and
the
young
bride
appeared
in
the
doorway
leaning
upon
her
father
's
arm
.
She
looked
like
a
beautiful
doll
,
crowned
with
a
wreath
of
orange
blossoms
.
She
advanced
with
bowed
head
.
The
ladies
smiled
and
murmured
as
she
passed
them
.
The
men
whispered
:
"
Exquisite
,
adorable
!
"
M.
Walter
walked
by
her
side
with
exaggerated
dignity
.
Behind
them
came
four
maids
of
honor
dressed
in
pink
and
forming
a
charming
court
for
so
dainty
a
queen
.
Mme.
Walter
followed
on
the
arm
of
Count
de
Latour-Ivelin
's
aged
father
.
She
did
not
walk
;
she
dragged
herself
along
,
ready
to
faint
at
every
step
.
She
had
aged
and
grown
thinner
.
Next
came
Georges
du
Roy
with
an
old
lady
,
a
stranger
.
He
held
his
head
proudly
erect
and
wore
upon
his
coat
,
like
a
drop
of
blood
,
the
red
ribbon
of
the
Legion
of
Honor
.
