“But do you see to what you are exposing yourself?” said the baroness. “If, perchance, M. de Morcerf came, he would find M. Cavalcanti in that room, where he, the betrothed of Eugénie, has never been admitted.”
“You may well say, perchance,” replied the banker; “for he comes so seldom, it would seem only chance that brings him.”
“But should he come and find that young man with your daughter, he might be displeased.”
“He? You are mistaken. M. Albert would not do us the honor to be jealous; he does not like Eugénie sufficiently. Besides, I care not for his displeasure.”
“Still, situated as we are—”
“Yes, do you know how we are situated? At his mother’s ball he danced once with Eugénie, and M. Cavalcanti three times, and he took no notice of it.”
The valet announced the Vicomte