She made Sebastien sit down beside her, and the lad’s heart rose in his throat as he felt the robe of this divinity brush the sleeve of his coat.  Just then the beautiful woman caught sight of Monsieur des Lupeaulx standing in the doorway.  She smiled, and not waiting till he came to her, she went to him.

“Why do you stay there as if you were sulking?” she asked.

“I am not sulking,” he returned; “I came to announce some good news, but the thought has overtaken me that it will only add to your severity towards me.  I fancy myself six months hence almost a stranger to you.  Yes, you are too clever, and I too experienced,—­too blase, if you like,—­for either of us to deceive the other.  Your end is attained without its costing you more than a few smiles and gracious words.”

“Deceive each other! what can you mean?” she cried, in a hurt tone.

“Yes; Monsieur de la Billardiere is dying, and from what the minister told me this evening I judge that your husband will be appointed in his place.”

He thereupon related what he called his scene at the ministry and the jealousy of the countess, repeating her remarks about the invitation he had asked her to send to Madame Rabourdin.

“Monsieur des Lupeaulx,” said Madame Rabourdin, with dignity, “permit me to tell you that my husband is the oldest head-clerk as well as the most capable man in the division; also that the appointment of La Billardiere over his head made much talk in the service, and that my husband has stayed on for the last year expecting this promotion, for which he has really no competitor and no rival.”

“That is true.”

“Well, then,” she resumed, smiling and showing her handsome teeth, “how can you suppose that the friendship I feel for you is marred by a thought of self-interest?  Why should you think me capable of that?”

Des Lupeaulx made a gesture of admiring denial.

“Ah!” she continued, “the heart of woman will always remain a secret for even the cleverest of men.  Yes, I welcomed you to my house with the greatest pleasure; and there was, I admit, a motive of self-interest behind my pleasure—­”

“Ah!”

“You have a career before you,” she whispered in his ear, “a future without limit; you will be deputy, minister!” (What happiness for an ambitious man when such things as these are warbled in his ear by the sweet voice of a pretty woman!) “Oh, yes!  I know you better than you know yourself.  Rabourdin is a man who could be of immense service to you in such a career; he could do the steady work while you were in the Chamber.  Just as you dream of the ministry, so I dream of seeing Rabourdin in the Council of State, and general director.  It is therefore my object to draw together two men who can never injure, but, on the contrary, must greatly help each other.  Isn’t that a woman’s mission?  If you are friends, you will both rise the faster, and it is surely high time that each of you made hay.  I have burned my ships,” she added, smiling.  “But you are not as frank with me as I have been with you.”