The minister experienced on hearing Rosas the feeling of enervation that attacked him in the Chamber when, near the dinner-hour, an orator became too long-winded in his speech.  He was unable to resist remarking in a whisper to the President of the Council, who was near him: 

“Suppose we call for the cloture?”

Monsieur Collard in a diplomatic way expressed his approval of Rosas by a look that at the same time rebuked his colleague Vaudrey for his lack of sufficient gravity.

The duke did not tire any one except Sulpice.  He was listened to with delight.  The sentimental exterior of this man concealed a jester’s nature, and the sober appearance of this Castilian wore all the characteristics of a polished lounger.  The least smile that animated his passive countenance became at once attractive.  Marianne thought him most delightful, or rather, she found him just what she had formerly believed him to be, a refined, delicate and very simple man in spite of his graciously haughty manner.  When he concluded, the room echoed with the thunder of the applause.  Even in the adjoining rooms the people applauded, for silence had been secured so as to hear his remarks.  With a wave of his gloved hand, Rosas seemed to disclaim that his discourse merited the applause, and he received the greetings as a man of the world receives a salutation, not as a tenor acknowledging the homage paid to him.  He strove to make his way through the group of young men who were stationed behind him.

“At last!” said Vaudrey, in a half-whisper.

It was the moment for which he had been waiting.  He would be able now to address himself to Mademoiselle Kayser!

He hastened to offer his arm to Marianne.

Madame Marsy, eagerly and quickly, had already appropriated Monsieur de Rosas, who was moreover surrounded and escorted by a crowd who congratulated him noisily.  Except for that, Marianne would have gone direct to him in obedience to her desires.

Vaudrey’s arm, however, was not to be despised.  The new minister was the leading figure in the assembly.  She looked at Sulpice full in the face as if to inquire the cause of his eagerness in placing himself at her side, and observing that this somewhat mocking interrogation disconcerted him, she smiled at him graciously.

She passed on smiling, amid the double row of guests who bowed as she passed.  She suddenly felt a sort of bewilderment, it seemed to her that all these salutations were for her benefit.  She believed herself created for adoration.  Inwardly she felt well-disposed towards Sulpice now, because he had so gallantly chosen and distinguished her among all these women.

After all, she would easily find Rosas again.  And who knows?  It would perhaps be better that the duke should seek her.  Meanwhile, she crossed the salons, leaning on the arm of the minister.  It was a kind of triumph.

Good-naturedly and politely, but without pride, the minister received all these attentions, becoming as they were to him in his official capacity, and as he moved on he uttered from time to time some commonplace compliment to Marianne, reserving his more intimate remarks for the immediate future.