Since Fanny had been a widow, she had come regularly to her father's to dinner on Thursday; her sparkling conversation and her playful humor, upon which her bereavement had imposed silence for a fortnight at most, contributed not a little to the success of the evening party. The young widow, who knew that Anatole de Raincy had sought Adolphine's hand and had been refused, never failed, when she found herself in that young gentleman's company, to dart glances at him which might well have turned his head, but for the fact that, in order to captivate him, a woman must first of all possess a sweet voice; and Fanny sang very little, and then her singing was not true. So that Monsieur de Raincy did not respond to the glances of the pretty widow, who soon confided to her sister that that Monsieur Anatole was nothing but a canary; that he ought to be fed on nothing but chickweed. On the day in question, Adolphine, when she was joined by her sister, whom she had not seen during the week, experienced a feeling of discomfort which she strove to overcome, saying to her hurriedly: "I imagine that you will see someone here this evening whose presence will not be distasteful to you." "Ah! whom do you expect this evening, pray?" "Monsieur Gustave Darlemont." "Gustave! Is it possible? Gustave has returned, and you haven't told me?" "You have only just come; I couldn't tell you any sooner." "But when did he return? When did you see him?" "He came to see us on Monday; I believe he arrived in Paris the night before." "What! he has been here since Monday, and I didn't know it! And he's coming to-night--you are quite sure? Did father invite him for to-night?" "Father didn't actually invite him; but he knows that we receive on Thursdays, and, as he expressed a wish to visit us anew---- And then, he knows that he will meet you." "Did he talk much about me? Does he act as if he still loved me? Oh! tell me everything he said, little sister; don't forget a single thing. It is very important; I must know what to expect." Adolphine made an effort, and replied in a voice trembling with emotion: "Yes, Monsieur Gustave told me that he still loved you, that he had never ceased to think of you." "Oh! how sweet of him! There's constancy for you! And they say that men can't be faithful!--The poor fellows: how they are slandered! Dear Gustave! then he's well pleased that I am a widow, I suppose?" "You can understand that he couldn't quite say that." "No, no, but he thinks it; that's enough. And he's coming? Mon Dieu! how does my hair look? it seems to me that this cap hides my forehead too much." "You look very well; and, besides, doesn't a woman always look well to her lover?" "Oh! my dear girl, in order to please, one must always try to look pretty." And Fanny ran to a mirror; she arranged and rearranged her hair, took off her cap and put it on again; and finally tossed it aside, saying: "I certainly look better without a cap."