Jealous to an excess, his passion for Madame de V---- was intense, at least according to the world of whom Pommerive was the faithful echo. When a man of the age, character, and position of M. de Sérigny becomes seriously enamoured of a woman so frivolous and coquettish as Madame de V----, his amorous life can only be a prolonged torture. As I wished to observe M. de Sérigny in his rôle of martyr, I slid behind the easy chair in which sat Madame de V----, and went to salute her. I well knew the vivacity of her demeanour, and was quite prepared for the explosive friendly recognition. I had formerly rejected the conditions which might have made me succeed in obtaining her favours, but we had parted on the best of terms, and I had kept secret all that passed between us. Now Madame de V----, who unfortunately had more than once exposed herself to being roughly handled, was naturally grateful to me for my prudence. Scarcely had she heard my voice, therefore, than she turned abruptly, and holding out her hand exclaimed, with her customary volubility: "What a delightful surprise! and how happy I am to see you once more! But have you fallen from the clouds that no one knew of your return? and I who have really so much to thank you for! Now then give me your arm, and we will settle ourselves in some solitary nook in the next parlour, for you cannot imagine all I have to say to you." Thereupon, up she jumps from her seat, and, making her way through the crowd surrounding the easy chair, she takes my arm, and we walk out of the big salon into another room which was nearly empty. Standing talking at the entrance of this room were Madame de Fersen and M. de Sérigny. Madame de V---- had such compromising ways that nothing with her was insignificant, and she found means during our short progress from one room to the other to call attention to herself by her affectation in whispering to me and then bursting into peals of laughter. Just as we passed in front of Madame de Fersen, the latter, astonished at Madame de V----'s noisy ways, gave me a look which seemed uneasy and almost inquiring. The minister stared at me moodily, coloured up a little, assumed his most affable smile, and said to Madame de V-----, with a foppish air, without being heard by the princess: "You are going to establish there a colony of admirers which will soon become more populous than the metropolis." "Provided you do not interfere in its administration," retorted Madame de V----, laughing playfully; then she added, in a low voice, "You must confess that there is nothing like love to make an idiot of a man. M. de Sérigny is a man of great intellect, and yet you heard him! Is it flattering to inspire a sentiment which is expressed so stupidly under pretence of being sincere?" While saying these words, she seated herself near a table covered with albums. I took a place near her, and we chatted.