As she spoke, Camilla went to meet Jarnonville, who was just entering the salon. Everybody was impressed by the advantageous change that had taken place in his appearance; his face was expansive, amiable, almost smiling; even his costume had undergone some modification; although his doublet and short-clothes were still black, his girdle was pale blue, and his cloak was of velvet of the same color. In short, the chevalier's person no longer wore that stern and sombre aspect which caused pleasure and love to flee at his approach. "It is most amiable of you, Sire de Jarnonville," said Camilla, "to accept my invitation. I am the more sensible of your kindness, because you are seen very seldom now in society, at our parties." "Yours, _belle dame_, certainly deserved that I should make an exception in its favor." "Can it be that you have renounced misanthropy, chevalier? Have you ceased to be the Chevalier de Verglas, as you used to be called?--So much the better! in that case, you are one of us once more." "I have never renounced anything, not even the pleasure of telling you that you are ravishingly beautiful in this costume." Having achieved this compliment, Jarnonville bowed to the courtesan and lost himself in the crowd that thronged the salons and gardens. "Why, he is becoming a charming cavalier!" said Camilla; "he told me that I was ravishingly beautiful; _he_ noticed my costume! He is more gallant than Léodgard.--I believe that we can make a conquest of him now, Flavia." "Oh! I no longer care about it; I preferred him when he was all in black and looked like a bear." While the two ladies exchanged their opinions concerning Jarnonville, the new-comer was being discussed also in a group of young gentlemen. "Did you see Jarnonville, Monclair?" "Yes, I have just bade him good-evening." "Don't you think that he cuts an entirely different figure from what he used?" "Why so? because he wears a blue cloak instead of a black one?" "No, it is not that; but because he no longer has that gloomy, unhappy expression that he used to carry with him everywhere." "That is true," said young La Valteline; "I noticed the change; it impressed me when Jarnonville entered the salon." "Well, messieurs, what is there so surprising in that?" said Monclair; "after all, grief is not eternal! After the rain comes the sunshine! And Jarnonville's coming here proves that he is no longer a foe to pleasure." "I tell you, messieurs," said the Baron de Montrevert, shaking his head with an air of importance, "that a change in humor, in disposition, never happens without a cause." "Well! do you know what the cause is, Montrevert?" inquired Sénange. "Oh! perhaps! perhaps!" "He knows it, messieurs, he is going to tell us what it is. Speak, my dear fellow, speak, we will not lose a syllable!" "I will tell you, messieurs, what someone told me--the reports that are current; I vouch for nothing, however."