Mlle. Blanche, when the young marquis rejoined her, quite forgot to question him about the doings of the council. In fact, what did the hopes and plans of these people matter to her. She cared very little about them or about the people themselves, since they were below her father in rank, and most of them were not as rich. An absorbing thought--a thought of her future, and of her happiness, filled her mind to the exclusion of all other subjects. The few moments that she had passed alone, after Marie-Anne’s departure, she had spent in grave reflection. Martial’s mind and person pleased her. In him were combined all the qualifications which any ambitious woman would desire in a husband--and she decided that he should be _her_ husband. Probably she would not have arrived at this conclusion so quickly, had it not been for the feeling of jealousy aroused in her heart. But from the very moment that she could believe or suspect that another woman was likely to dispute the possession of Martial with her, she desired him. From that moment she was completely controlled by one of those strange passions in which the heart has no part, but which take entire possession of the brain and lead to the worst of follies. Let the woman whose pulse has never quickened its beating under the influence of this counterfeit of love, cast the first stone. That she could be vanquished in this struggle for supremacy; that there could be any doubt of the result, were thoughts which never once entered the mind of Mlle. Blanche. She had been told so often, it had been repeated again and again, that the man whom she would choose must esteem himself fortunate above all others. She had seen her father besieged by so many suitors for her hand. “Besides,” she thought, smiling proudly, as she surveyed her reflection in the large mirrors; “am I not as pretty as Marie-Anne?” “Far prettier!” murmured the voice of vanity; “and you possess what your rival does not: birth, wit, the genius of coquetry!” She did, indeed, possess sufficient cleverness and patience to assume and to sustain the character which seemed most likely to dazzle and to fascinate Martial. As to maintaining this character _after_ marriage, if it did not please her to do so, that was another matter! The result of all this was that during dinner Mlle. Blanche exercised all her powers of fascination upon the young marquis. She was so evidently desirous of pleasing him that several of the guests remarked it. Some were even shocked by such a breach of conventionality. But Blanche de Courtornieu could do as she chose; she was well aware of that. Was she not the richest heiress for miles and miles around? No slander can tarnish the brilliancy of a fortune of more than a million in hard cash. “Do you know that those two young people will have a joint income of between seven and eight hundred thousand francs!” said one old viscount to his neighbor. Martial yielded unresistingly to the charm of his position.