![]() ![]() She reached for a newspaper lying on the table, read a line or two, then folded it, rose and also left the room. She must have thought that she did not interest me–this woman, whose heart I had seen, and whose destiny I knew as well as God Himself. There were only two or three people in the dining-room, who were discussing what they were going to do in the afternoon. She rose, excused herself, and went out of the room. The man-servant came in and whispered a few words to Madame Lemercier. I scarcely recognised her look, which I had seen so clearly before. I joined in the conversation between Amy and Madame Lemercier. ![]() ![]() A coffee stain had dried on the cloth and gave out fragrance. Coffee cups and sticky little liqueur glasses were scattered on the table on which a sunbeam shone, mottling the tablecloth and making the glasses sparkle. It struck me how artificial words and signs are. Why did she have that name? It seemed not to suit her, or to be useless. Her name was Madame Montgeron or Montgerot. ![]()
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