What have I done?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Well, then, why--?"
"My life is nothing more than a continual yawn," answered the young
woman; "is it my fault? Do you think it very amusing to be your
mistress? Look at yourself. Does there exist another being as sad,
as dull as you, more uneasy, more suspicious, devoured by a greater
jealousy!"
"Your reception of me, my dear Juliette," ventured Noel "is enough to
extinguish gaiety and freeze all effusion. Then one always fears when
one loves!"
"Really! Then one should seek a woman to suit oneself, or have her made
to order; shut her up in the cellar, and have her brought upstairs once
a day, at the end of dinner, during dessert, or with the champagne just
by way of amusement."
"I should have done better not to have come," murmured the advocate.
"Of course. I am to remain alone here, without anything to occupy me
except a cigarette and a stupid book, that I go to sleep over? Do you
call this an existence, never to budge out of the house even?"
"It is the life of all the respectable women that I know," replied the
advocate drily.
"Then I cannot compliment them on their enjoyment.
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