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Forestier
,
who
seemed
not
to
have
heard
her
,
asked
:
"
Do
you
object
to
my
closing
the
window
?
My
cough
has
troubled
me
for
several
days
.
"
"
Not
at
all
.
"
His
wife
did
not
speak
.
The
various
courses
were
duly
served
and
then
the
guests
began
to
chat
.
They
discussed
a
scandal
which
was
being
circulated
about
a
society
belle
.
Forestier
was
very
much
amused
by
it
.
Duroy
said
with
a
smile
:
"
How
many
would
abandon
themselves
to
a
caprice
,
a
dream
of
love
,
if
they
did
not
fear
that
they
would
pay
for
a
brief
happiness
with
tears
and
an
irremediable
scandal
?
"
Both
women
glanced
at
him
approvingly
.
Forestier
cried
with
a
sceptical
laugh
:
"
The
poor
husbands
!
"
Then
they
talked
of
love
.
Duroy
said
:
"
When
I
love
a
woman
,
everything
else
in
the
world
is
forgotten
.
"
Mme.
Forestier
murmured
:
,
"
There
is
no
happiness
comparable
to
that
first
clasp
of
the
hand
,
when
one
asks
:
'
Do
you
love
me
?
'
and
the
other
replies
:
'
Yes
,
I
love
you
.
'
"
Mme.
de
Marelle
cried
gaily
as
she
drank
a
glass
of
champagne
:
"
I
am
less
Platonic
.
"
Forestier
,
lying
upon
the
couch
,
said
in
serious
tone
:
"
That
frankness
does
you
honor
and
proves
you
to
be
a
practical
woman
.
But
might
one
ask
,
what
is
M.
de
Marelle
's
opinion
?
"
She
shrugged
her
shoulders
disdainfully
and
said
:
"
M.
de
Marelle
has
no
opinion
on
that
subject
.
"
The
conversation
grew
slow
.
Mme.
de
Marelle
seemed
to
offer
provocation
by
her
remarks
,
while
Mme.
Forestier
's
charming
reserve
,
the
modesty
in
her
voice
,
in
her
smile
,
all
seemed
to
extenuate
the
bold
sallies
which
issued
from
her
lips
.
The
dessert
came
and
then
followed
the
coffee
.
The
hostess
and
her
guests
lighted
cigarettes
,
but
Forestier
suddenly
began
to
cough
.
When
the
attack
was
over
,
he
growled
angrily
:
"
These
parties
are
not
good
for
me
;
they
are
stupid
.
Let
us
go
home
.
"
