Camille (La Dame aux Camilias) - Page 52/153

"But what the devil are you doing there?" cried Prudence, who had come

in without our bearing her, and who now stood just inside the door, with

her hair half coming down and her dress undone. I recognised the hand of

Gaston.

"We are talking sense," said Marguerite; "leave us alone; we will be

back soon."

"Good, good! Talk, my children," said Prudence, going out and closing

the door behind her, as if to further emphasize the tone in which she

had said these words.

"Well, it is agreed," continued Marguerite, when we were alone, "you

won't fall in love with me?"

"I will go away."

"So much as that?"

I had gone too far to draw back; and I was really carried away. This

mingling of gaiety, sadness, candour, prostitution, her very malady,

which no doubt developed in her a sensitiveness to impressions, as well

as an irritability of nerves, all this made it clear to me that if from

the very beginning I did not completely dominate her light and forgetful

nature, she was lost to me.

"Come, now, do you seriously mean what you say?" she said.

"Seriously."

"But why didn't you say it to me sooner?"

"When could I have said it?"

"The day after you had been introduced to me at the Opera Comique."

"I thought you would have received me very badly if I had come to see

you."

"Why?"

"Because I had behaved so stupidly."

"That's true. And yet you were already in love with me."

"Yes."

"And that didn't hinder you from going to bed and sleeping quite

comfortably. One knows what that sort of love means."

"There you are mistaken. Do you know what I did that evening, after the

Opera Comique?"

"No."

"I waited for you at the door of the Cafe Anglais. I followed the

carriage in which you and your three friends were, and when I saw you

were the only one to get down, and that you went in alone, I was very

happy."

Marguerite began to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me, I beg of you, or I shall think you are still laughing at me."

"You won't be cross?"

"What right have I to be cross?"

"Well, there was a sufficient reason why I went in alone."