14/31 Serge, with haughty curiosity; Pierre, with inexpressible rage. In a moment, he guessed that the tall, handsome man beside his betrothed was his rival. If looks could kill, the Prince would have fallen down dead. Panine did not deign to notice the hatred which glistened in the eyes of the newcomer. He turned toward Micheline with exquisite grace and said: "Your mother receives her friends this evening, I think, Mademoiselle; I shall have the honor of paying my respects to her." And taking leave of Jeanne with a smile, and of Pierre with a courteous bow, he left, accompanied by Cayrol. |