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Although
in
female
society
Anatole
usually
assumed
the
role
of
a
man
tired
of
being
run
after
by
women
,
his
vanity
was
flattered
by
the
spectacle
of
his
power
over
these
three
women
.
Besides
that
,
he
was
beginning
to
feel
for
the
pretty
and
provocative
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
that
passionate
animal
feeling
which
was
apt
to
master
him
with
great
suddenness
and
prompt
him
to
the
coarsest
and
most
reckless
actions
.
After
tea
,
the
company
went
into
the
sitting
room
and
Princess
Mary
was
asked
to
play
on
the
clavichord
.
Anatole
,
laughing
and
in
high
spirits
,
came
and
leaned
on
his
elbows
,
facing
her
and
beside
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
.
Princess
Mary
felt
his
look
with
a
painfully
joyous
emotion
.
Her
favorite
sonata
bore
her
into
a
most
intimately
poetic
world
and
the
look
she
felt
upon
her
made
that
world
still
more
poetic
.
But
Anatole
's
expression
,
though
his
eyes
were
fixed
on
her
,
referred
not
to
her
but
to
the
movements
of
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
little
foot
,
which
he
was
then
touching
with
his
own
under
the
clavichord
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
was
also
looking
at
Princess
Mary
,
and
in
her
lovely
eyes
there
was
a
look
of
fearful
joy
and
hope
that
was
also
new
to
the
princess
.
"
How
she
loves
me
!
"
thought
Princess
Mary
.
"
How
happy
I
am
now
,
and
how
happy
I
may
be
with
such
a
friend
and
such
a
husband
!
Husband
?
Can
it
be
possible
?
"
she
thought
,
not
daring
to
look
at
his
face
,
but
still
feeling
his
eyes
gazing
at
her
.
In
the
evening
,
after
supper
,
when
all
were
about
to
retire
,
Anatole
kissed
Princess
Mary
's
hand
.
She
did
not
know
how
she
found
the
courage
,
but
she
looked
straight
into
his
handsome
face
as
it
came
near
to
her
shortsighted
eyes
.
Turning
from
Princess
Mary
he
went
up
and
kissed
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
hand
.
(
This
was
not
etiquette
,
but
then
he
did
everything
so
simply
and
with
such
assurance
!
)
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
flushed
,
and
gave
the
princess
a
frightened
look
.
"
What
delicacy
!
"
thought
the
princess
"
Is
it
possible
that
Amélie
"
(
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
)
"
thinks
I
could
be
jealous
of
her
,
and
not
value
her
pure
affection
and
devotion
to
me
?
"
She
went
up
to
her
and
kissed
her
warmly
.
Anatole
went
up
to
kiss
the
little
princess
'
hand
.
"
No
!
No
!
No
!
When
your
father
writes
to
tell
me
that
you
are
behaving
well
I
will
give
you
my
hand
to
kiss
.
Not
till
then
!
"
she
said
.
And
smilingly
raising
a
finger
at
him
,
she
left
the
room
.
They
all
separated
,
but
,
except
Anatole
who
fell
asleep
as
soon
as
he
got
into
bed
,
all
kept
awake
a
long
time
that
night
.
"
Is
he
really
to
be
my
husband
,
this
stranger
who
is
so
kind
--
yes
,
kind
,
that
is
the
chief
thing
,
"
thought
Princess
Mary
;
and
fear
,
which
she
had
seldom
experienced
,
came
upon
her
.
She
feared
to
look
round
,
it
seemed
to
her
that
someone
was
there
standing
behind
the
screen
in
the
dark
corner
.
And
this
someone
was
he
--
the
devil
--
and
he
was
also
this
man
with
the
white
forehead
,
black
eyebrows
,
and
red
lips
.
She
rang
for
her
maid
and
asked
her
to
sleep
in
her
room
.
