“Great God! you are losing consciousness, and I am the cause of it! I am so distressed. I will call for help.” “No, no, monsieur, just unlace me!” murmured the countess, with a sigh. “Unlace you! Why, I don’t know how; still, if you think----” And Chérubin returned to the pretty creature, to do what she suggested; and she, seeing him lean over her, closed her eyes altogether, presuming that that would give him more courage and that he would succeed at last in behaving himself more becomingly; but, when he saw that the countess had closed her eyes entirely, Chérubin jumped back, ran to a bell cord and jerked it violently, and cried: “She has fainted completely! what a bungler I am! As it’s this perfumery that I have about me that has caused Madame de Valdieri’s illness, of course she won’t recover consciousness so long as I am here.” The maid appeared, vastly surprised to be summoned so suddenly. Chérubin pointed to her mistress stretched out on the couch, and said: “Come quickly and attend to madame la comtesse. I am going away; the perfumery I have about me is what made her feel faint, so of course I must not stay with her. Pray tell her that I am terribly distressed at what has happened.” And Chérubin took his hat and hastened from the boudoir, leaving the lady’s maid in utter amazement and the pretty little countess with her eyes wide open. Chérubin returned home, cursing Jasmin for turning him into a perfumery booth. He found Monfréville waiting for him, and told him what had happened. When the young marquis had concluded, Monfréville looked at him with a curious expression, and said: “My dear fellow, I have always been perfectly frank with you, and I must tell you therefore that in this whole business you acted like an idiot.” “An idiot!” cried Chérubin. “Yes, like the most idiotic of idiots! When a young and pretty woman deigns to receive you alone in her boudoir, it is with the purpose of having you make love to her, not to read. The poetry was only a pretext.” “Do you think so? Mon Dieu! I had that idea, too, but I dared not venture to think--But if she had not fainted----” “Why, that was the time above all others when victory was in your grasp. What! a lovely woman tells you to unlace her, and you ring for her maid! Ah! my poor Chérubin, if this adventure becomes known, it will do you a deal of harm in society.” “Great heaven! you distress me! But I didn’t know--However, I will repair my blunder; in the first place, the next time that I go to see the lovely Emma in her boudoir, I will have no perfumery at all; and then--oh! I will be very enterprising.” “I trust that you may be able to set yourself right with the countess, but I doubt it.” “Why so?” “Because with women, especially coquettes, a lost opportunity never recurs. So I will bet that Madame de Valdieri won’t speak to you again and won’t make any more appointments with you.” “Do you think so? But what if I ask her for one?” “She will refuse it.”