It was the middle of winter. The Marquise Campvallon had resumed for some time her usual course of life, which was at the same time strict but elegant. Punctual at church every morning, at the Bois and at charity bazaars during the day, at the opera or the theatres in the evening, she had received M. de Camors without the shadow of apparent emotion. She even treated him more simply and more naturally than ever, with no recurrence to the past, no allusion to the scene in the park during the storm; as if she had, on that day, disclosed everything that had lain hidden in her heart. This conduct so much resembled indifference, that Camors should have been delighted; but he was not--on the contrary he was annoyed by it. A cruel but powerful interest, already too dear to his blase soul, was disappearing thus from his life. He was inclined to believe that Madame de Campvallon possessed a much less complicated character than he had fancied; and that little by little absorbed in daily trifles, she had become in reality what she pretended to be--a good woman, inoffensive, and contented with her lot. He was one evening in his orchestra-stall at the opera. They were singing The Huguenots. The Marquise occupied her box between the columns. The numerous acquaintances Camors met in the passages during the first entr’acte prevented his going as soon as usual to pay his respects to his cousin. At last, after the fourth act, he went to visit her in her box, where he found her alone, the General having descended to the parterre for a few moments. He was astonished, on entering, to find traces of tears on the young woman’s cheeks. Her eyes were even moist. She seemed displeased at being surprised in the very act of sentimentality. “Music always excites my nerves,” she said. “Indeed!” said Camors. “You, who always reproach me with hiding my merits, why do you hide yours? If you are still capable of weeping, so much the better.” “No! I claim no merit for that. Oh, heavens! If you only knew! It is quite the contrary.” “What a mystery you are!” “Are you very curious to fathom this mystery? Only that? Very well--be happy! It is time to put an end to this.”