An empty coffer is a useless
piece of furniture. Juliette is prudent; she has managed to save a
nice little fortune. Grown rich at my expense, she will take some other
lover. She will forget me, she will live happily, while I--And I was
about to go away without her!"
The voice of prudence cried out to him: "Unhappy man! to drag a woman
along with you, and a pretty woman too, is but to stupidly attract
attention upon you, to render flight impossible, to give yourself up
like a fool."
"What of that?" replied passion. "We will be saved or we will perish
together. If she does not love me, I love her; I must have her! She will
come, otherwise--"
But how to see Juliette, to speak with her, to persuade her. To go to
her house, was a great risk for him to run. The police were perhaps
there already.
"No," thought Noel; "no one knows that she is my mistress. It will
not be found out for two or three days and, besides, it would be more
dangerous still to write."
He took a cab not far from the Carrefour de l'Observatoire, and in a
low tone told the driver the number of the house in the Rue de Provence,
which had proved so fatal to him.
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