forward to meet him. Either he was inspired with fresh hope, or
else he had wonderful powers of self-control, for never had he
looked more calm--never had his face evinced haughtier
indifference, more complete satisfaction with himself, and greater
contempt for others. He was dressed with even more than usual
care, and in perfect taste as well; moreover, his valet had
surpassed himself in dressing his hair--for one would have sworn
that his locks were still luxuriant. If he experienced any secret
anxiety, it only showed itself in a slightly increased stiffness
of his right leg--the limb broken in hunting. "I ought rather to
inquire concerning your own health," he remarked. "You seem
greatly disturbed; your cravat is untied." And, pointing to the
broken china scattered about the floor, he added: "On seeing this,
I asked myself if an accident had not happened."

"The baroness was taken suddenly ill at the breakfast table. Her
fainting fit startled me a little. But it was a mere trifle. She
has quite recovered already, and you may rely upon her applauding
your victory at Vincennes to-day. She has I don't know how many
hundred louis staked upon your horses."

The marquis's countenance assumed an expression of cordial regret.
"I am very sorry, upon my word!" he exclaimed. "But I sha'n't
take part in the races at Vincennes. I have withdrawn my horses.
And, in future, I shall have nothing to do with racing."

"Nonsense!"

"It is the truth, however. I have been led to this determination
by the infamous slander which has been circulated respecting me."