All eyes turned on Madame de l’Estorade, who, this time, blushed deeply; but recovering speech, if only in order to seem composed, she said with feeling,--
“According to your theory of heroism you must think Monsieur de Sallenauve very foolish to have thus risked his life and his future; but I assure you that there is one woman who will never agree with you, and that is--the mother of my child.”
As she said the words, tears were in Madame de l’Estorade’s voice; she pressed Madame de Rastignac’s hand affectionately, and made so decided a movement to leave the room that she finally put in motion her immovable husband.
“Thank you,” said Madame de Rastignac, as she accompanied her to the door, “for having broken a lance with that cynic; Monsieur de Rastignac’s past life has left him with odious acquaintances.”
As she resumed her place, Monsieur de Ronquerolles was saying,--
“Ha! saved her child’s life indeed! The fact is that poor l’Estorade is turning as yellow as a lemon.”
“Ah, monsieur, but that is shocking,” cried Madame de Rastignac. “A woman whom no breath of slander has ever touched; who lives only for her husband and children; whose eyes were full of tears at the mere thought of the danger the child had run!--”
“Heavens! madame,” retorted Monsieur de Ronquerolles, paying no heed to the rebuke, “all I can say is that newfoundlands are always dangerous. If Madame de l’Estorade becomes too much compromised, she has one resource,--she can marry him to the girl he saved.”
Monsieur de Ronquerolles had no sooner said the words than he perceived the horrible blunder he had committed in making such a speech before Mademoiselle de Nucingen. He colored high,--a most unusual sign in him,--and the solemn silence which seemed to wrap all present completed his discomfiture.
“This clock must be slow,” said the minister, catching at any words that would make a sound and break up an evening that was ending unfortunately.
“True,” said de Ronquerolles, looking at his watch; “it is a quarter to twelve.”
He bowed to Madame de Rastignac ceremoniously, and went away, followed by the rest of the company.
“You saw his embarrassment,” said Rastignac to his wife; “he had no malicious intention in what he said.”