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The two remained silent。 The remembrance of the husband had swept across them like a glacial blast。 Julio was the first to brighten up。
〃And you have not danced in all this time？〃
〃No； how could I？ The very idea； a woman in divorce proceedings！ 。 。 。 I have not been to a single chic party since you went away。 I wanted to preserve a certain decorous mourning fiesta。 How horrible it was！ 。 。 。 It needed you； the Master！〃
They had again clasped hands and were smiling。 Memories of the previous months were passing before their eyes； visions of their life from five to seven in the afternoon； dancing in the hotels of the Champs Elysees where the tango had been inexorably associated with a cup of tea。
She appeared to tear herself away from these recollections； impelled by a tenacious obsession which had slipped from her mind in the first moments of their meeting。
〃Do you know much about what's happening？ Tell me all。 People talk so much。 。 。 。 Do you really believe that there will be war？ Don't you think that it will all end in some kind of settlement？〃
Desnoyers comforted her with his optimism。 He did not believe in the possibility of a war。 That was ridiculous。
〃I say so； too！ Ours is not the epoch of savages。 I have known some Germans； chic and well…educated persons who surely must think exactly as we do。 An old professor who comes to the house was explaining yesterday to mama that wars are no longer possible in these progressive times。 In two months' time； there would scarcely be any men left； in three； the world would find itself without money to continue the struggle。 I do not recall exactly how it was； but he explained it all very clearly； in a manner most delightful to hear。〃
She reflected in silence； trying to co…ordinate her confused recollections； but dismayed by the effort required； added on her own account。
〃Just imagine what war would meanhow horrible！ Society life paralyzed。 No more parties； nor clothes； nor theatres！ Why； it is even possible that they might not design any more fashions！ All the women in mourning。 Can you imagine it？ 。 。 。 And Paris deserted。 。 。 。 How beautiful it seemed as I came to meet you this afternoon！ 。 。 。 No； no； it cannot be！ Next month； you know； we go to Vichy。 Mama needs the waters。 Then to Biarritz。 After that； I shall go to a castle on the Loire。 And besides there are our affairs； my divorce； our marriage which may take place the next year。 。 。 。 And is war to hinder and cut short all this！ No； no； it is not possible。 My brother and others like him are foolish enough to dream of danger from Germany。 I am sure that my husband； too； who is only interested in serious and bothersome matters； is among those who believe that war is imminent and prepare to take part in it。 What nonsense！ Tell me that it is all nonsense。 I need to hear you say it。〃
Tranquilized by the affirmations of her lover； she then changed the trend of the conversation。 The possibility of their approaching marriage brought to mind the object of the voyage which Desnoyers had just made。 There had not been time for them to write to each other during their brief separation。
〃Did you succeed in getting the money？ The joy of seeing you made me forget all about such things。 。 。 。〃
Adopting the air of a business expert； he replied that he had brought back less than he expected； for he had found the country in the throes of one of its periodical panics； but still he had managed to get together about four hundred thousand francs。 In his purse he had a check for that amount。 Later on； they would send him further remittances。 A ranchman in Argentina； a sort of relative； was looking after his affairs。 Marguerite appeared satisfied； and in spite of her frivolity； adopted the air of a serious woman。
〃Money； money！〃 she exclaimed sententiously。 〃And yet there is no happiness without it！ With your four hundred thousand and what I have； we shall be able to get along。 。 。 。 I told you that my husband wishes to give me back my dowry。 He has told my brother so。 But the state of his business； and the increased size of his factory do not permit him to return it as quickly as he would like。 I can't help but feel sorry for the poor man 。 。 。 so honorable and so upright in every way。 If he only were not so commonplace！ 。 。 。〃
Again Marguerite seemed to regret these tardy spontaneous eulogies which were chilling their interview。 So again she changed the trend of her chatter。
〃And your family？ Have you seen them？〃 。 。 。
Desnoyers had been to his father's home before starting for the Chapelle Expiatoire。 A stealthy entrance into the great house on the avenue Victor Hugo； and then up to the first floor like a tradesman。 Then he had slipt into the kitchen like a soldier sweetheart of the maids。 His mother had come there to embrace him； poor Dona Luisa； weeping and kissing him frantically as though she had feared to lose him forever。 Close behind her mother had come Luisita； nicknamed Chichi； who always surveyed him with sympathetic curiosity as if she wished to know better a brother so bad and adorable who had led decent women from the paths of virtue； and committed all kinds of follies。 Then Desnoyers had been greatly surprised to see entering the kitchen with the air of a tragedy queen； a noble mother of the drama； his Aunt Elena； the one who had married a German and was living in Berlin surrounded with innumerable children。
〃She has been in Paris a month。 She is going to make a little visit to our castle。 And it appears that her eldest sonmy cousin； 'The Sage；' whom I have not seen for yearsis also coming here。〃
The home interview had several times been interrupted by fear。 〃Your father is at home； be careful；〃 his mother had said to him each time that he had spoken above a whisper。 And his Aunt Elena had stationed herself at the door with a dramatic air； like a stage heroine resolved to plunge a dagger into the tyrant who should dare to cross the threshold。 The entire family was accustomed to submit to the rigid authority of Don Marcelo Desnoyers。 〃Oh； that old man！〃 exclaimed Julio； referring to his father。 〃He may live many years yet； but how he weighs upon us all！〃
His mother； who had never wearied of looking at him； finally had to bring the interview to an end； frightened by certain approaching sounds。 〃Go； he might surprise us； and he would be furious。〃 So Julio had fled the paternal home； caressed by the tears of the two ladies and the admiring glances of Chichi； by turns ashamed and proud of a brother who had caused such enthusiasm and scandal among her friends。
Marguerite also spoke of Senor Desnoyers。 A terrible tyrant of the old school with whom they could never come to an understanding。
The two remained silent； looking fixedly at each other。 Now that they had said the things of greatest urgency； present interests became more absorbing。 More immediate things； unspoken； seemed to well up in their timid and vacillating eyes； before escaping in the form of words。 They did not dare to talk like lovers here。 Every minute the cloud of witnesses seemed increasing around them。 The woman with the dogs and the red wig was