The Mystery of Orcival HTML version
The next day was cold and damp. A fog, so thick that one could not discern objects ten
steps off, hung over the earth. Sauvresy, after breakfast, took his gun and whistled to his
"I'm going to take a turn in Mauprevoir wood," said he.
"A queer idea," remarked Hector, "for you won't see the end of your gun-barrel in the
"No matter, if I see some pheasants."
This was only a pretext, for Sauvresy, on leaving Valfeuillu, took the direct road to
Corbeil, and half an hour later, faithful to his promise, he entered the Belle Image tavern.
Jenny was waiting for him in the large room which had always been reserved for her
since she became a regular customer of the house. Her eyes were red with recent-tears;
she was very pale, and her marble color showed that she had not slept. Her breakfast lay
untouched on the table near the fireplace, where a bright fire was burning. When
Sauvresy came in, she rose to meet him, and took him by the hand with a friendly motion.
"Thank you for coming," said she. "Ah, you are very good."
Jenny was only a girl, and Sauvresy detested girls; but her grief was so sincere and
seemed so deep, that he was touched.
"You are suffering, Madame?" asked he.
"Oh, yes, very much."
Her tears choked her, and she concealed her face in her handkerchief.
"I guessed right," thought Sauvresy. "Hector has deserted her. Now I must smooth the
wound, and yet make future meetings between them impossible."
He took the weeping Jenny's hand, and softly pulled away the handkerchief.
"Have courage," said he.
She lifted her tearful eyes to him, and said:
"You know, then?"