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He
was
followed
by
the
relatives
:
Rose
,
who
had
been
married
six
weeks
,
with
a
senator
;
Count
de
Latour-Ivelin
with
Viscountess
de
Percemur
.
Following
them
was
a
motley
procession
of
associates
and
friends
of
Du
Roy
,
country
cousins
of
Mme.
Walter
's
,
and
guests
invited
by
her
husband
.
The
tones
of
the
organ
filled
the
church
;
the
large
doors
at
the
entrance
were
closed
,
and
Georges
kneeled
beside
his
bride
in
the
choir
.
The
new
bishop
of
Tangiers
,
cross
in
hand
,
miter
on
head
,
entered
from
the
sacristy
,
to
unite
them
in
the
name
of
the
Almighty
.
He
asked
the
usual
questions
,
rings
were
exchanged
,
words
pronounced
which
bound
them
forever
,
and
then
he
delivered
an
address
to
the
newly
married
couple
.
The
sound
of
stifled
sobs
caused
several
to
turn
their
heads
.
Mme.
Walter
was
weeping
,
her
face
buried
in
her
hands
.
She
had
been
obliged
to
yield
;
but
since
the
day
on
which
she
had
told
Du
Roy
:
"
You
are
the
vilest
man
I
know
;
never
speak
to
me
again
,
for
I
will
not
answer
you
,
"
she
had
suffered
intolerable
anguish
.
She
hated
Suzanne
bitterly
;
her
hatred
was
caused
by
unnatural
jealousy
.
The
bishop
was
marrying
a
daughter
to
her
mother
's
lover
,
before
her
and
two
thousand
persons
,
and
she
could
say
nothing
;
she
could
not
stop
him
.
She
could
not
cry
:
"
He
is
mine
,
that
man
is
my
lover
.
That
union
you
are
blessing
is
infamous
.
"
Several
ladies
,
touched
by
her
apparent
grief
,
murmured
:
"
How
affected
that
poor
mother
is
!
"
The
bishop
said
:
"
You
are
among
the
favored
ones
of
the
earth
.
You
,
sir
,
who
are
raised
above
others
by
your
talent
--
you
who
write
,
instruct
,
counsel
,
guide
the
people
,
have
a
grand
mission
to
fulfill
--
a
fine
example
to
set
.
"
Du
Roy
listened
to
him
proudly
.
A
prelate
of
the
Roman
Church
spoke
thus
to
him
.
A
number
of
illustrious
people
had
come
thither
on
his
account
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
an
invisible
power
was
impelling
him
on
.
He
would
become
one
of
the
masters
of
the
country
--
he
,
the
son
of
the
poor
peasants
of
Canteleu
.
He
had
given
his
parents
five
thousand
francs
of
Count
de
Vaudrec
's
fortune
and
he
intended
sending
them
fifty
thousand
more
;
then
they
could
buy
a
small
estate
and
live
happily
.
The
bishop
had
finished
his
harangue
,
a
priest
ascended
the
altar
,
and
the
organ
pealed
forth
.
Suddenly
the
vibrating
tones
melted
into
delicate
,
melodious
ones
,
like
the
songs
of
birds
;
then
again
they
swelled
into
deep
,
full
tones
and
human
voices
chanted
over
their
bowed
heads
.
Vauri
and
Landeck
of
the
Opera
were
singing
.
Bel-Ami
,
kneeling
beside
Suzanne
,
bowed
his
head
.
At
that
moment
he
felt
almost
pious
,
for
he
was
filled
with
gratitude
for
the
blessings
showered
upon
him
.
Without
knowing
just
whom
he
was
addressing
,
he
offered
up
thanks
for
his
success
.
When
the
ceremony
was
over
,
he
rose
,
and
,
giving
his
arm
to
his
wife
,
they
passed
into
the
sacristy
.
A
stream
of
people
entered
.
Georges
fancied
himself
a
king
whom
the
people
were
coming
to
greet
.
He
shook
hands
,
uttered
words
which
signified
nothing
,
and
replied
to
congratulations
with
the
words
:
"
You
are
very
kind
.
"
Suddenly
he
saw
Mme.
de
Marelle
,
and
the
recollection
of
all
the
kisses
he
had
given
her
and
which
she
had
returned
,
of
all
their
caresses
,
of
the
sound
of
her
voice
,
possessed
him
with
the
mad
desire
to
regain
her
.
She
was
so
pretty
,
with
her
bright
eyes
and
roguish
air
!
She
advanced
somewhat
timidly
and
offered
him
her
hand
.
He
took
,
retained
,
and
pressed
it
as
if
to
say
:
"
I
shall
love
you
always
,
I
am
yours
.
"
Their
eyes
met
,
smiling
,
bright
,
full
of
love
.
She
murmured
in
her
soft
tones
:
"
Until
we
meet
again
,
sir
!
"
and
he
gaily
repeated
her
words
.
