Jesselin. Jesselin did not advise that." He was very
much sought after. He had traveled widely and knew
better than anyone else the best hotels. Having been
in Afghanistan, he remembered one particular thing
of the entire trip through Central Asia, namely that
the Emir of Caboul, with whom he had had the honor of
playing chess one day, played as fast as the French.
"Why that Emir certainly amazed me." Quite often
he would also offer this information: "You know how
much I enjoy travel. Well, I can say this much. In
sleeping cars, in cabins, in a Russian telega, no matter how or where I was, at half past seven every evening I was in my dress suit!"
Malterre did not like me, friendly though he was. Having a quiet, timid nature, he dared not show his aversion for me, for fear of displeasing Juliette, but I could see it flaring up in his smiling look which was like that of a good-natured but frightened dog, and in his handshake I felt it clamoring for an outlet.
I was happy only when alone with Juliette. There, in the red parlor, under the aegis of the terra cotta statuette of Cupid, we sometimes sat for hours, without uttering a word. I would look at her, she would droop her head, pensively playing with the trimming of her dress or the lacework of her waist. Often my eyes for some reason unknown, filled with tears, which rolled down my cheeks like some perfume, flooding my soul with its magic liquid. And my whole being felt a sensation of satiety and delicious torpor.
"Ah! Juliette! Juliette!"
"Come, come my friend, be sensible."
Those were the only words of love that escaped us.
Some time after this, Juliette gave a dinner to celebrate Charles' birthday. During the whole evening she appeared nervous and irritated. To Charles who offered a timid remark, she replied harshly and curtly,
