"Do me a favor, Robert," spoke the pretty woman at his side, almost as soon as she and Robert had started their slow, homeward way.She looked up in his face, leaning on his arm beneath the encircling shadow of the umbrella which he had lifted.
"Granted; as many as you like," he returned, glancing down into her eyes that were full of thoughtfulness and some speculation.
"I only ask for one; let Mrs.Pontellier alone.""Tiens!" he exclaimed, with a sudden, boyish laugh."Voila que Madame Ratignolle est jalouse!""Nonsense! I'm in earnest; I mean what I say.Let Mrs.Pontellier alone.""Why?" he asked; himself growing serious at his companion's solicitation.
"She is not one of us; she is not like us.She might make the unfortunate blunder of taking you seriously."His face flushed with annoyance, and taking off his soft hat he began to beat it impatiently against his leg as he walked."Why shouldn't she take me seriously?" he demanded sharply."Am I a comedian, a clown, a jack-in-the-box? Why shouldn't she? You Creoles! I have no patience with you! Am I always to be regarded as a feature of an amusing programme? I hope Mrs.Pontellier does take me seriously.I hope she has discernment enough to find in me something besides the blagueur.If I thought there was any doubt--""Oh, enough, Robert!" she broke into his heated outburst."You are not thinking of what you are saying.You speak with about as little reflectionas we might expect from one of those children down there playing in the sand.If your attentions to any married women here were ever offered with any intention of being convincing, you would not be the gentleman we all know you to be, and you would be unfit to associate with the wives and daughters of the people who trust you."Madame Ratignolle had spoken what she believed to be the law and the gospel.The young man shrugged his shoulders impatiently.
"Oh! well! That isn't it," slamming his hat down vehemently upon his head."You ought to feel that such things are not flattering to say to a fellow.""Should our whole intercourse consist of an exchange of compliments? Ma foi!""It isn't pleasant to have a woman tell you--" he went on, unheedingly, but breaking off suddenly: "Now if I were like Arobin-you remember Alcee Arobin and that story of the consul's wife at Biloxi?" And he related the story of Alcee Arobin and the consul's wife; and another about the tenor of the French Opera, who received letters which should never have been written; and still other stories, grave and gay, till Mrs.Pontellier and her possible propensity for taking young men seriously was apparently forgotten.
Madame Ratignolle, when they had regained her cottage, went in to take the hour's rest which she considered helpful.Before leaving her, Robert begged her pardon for the impatience--he called it rudeness--with which he had received her well-meant caution.
"You made one mistake, Adele," he said, with a light smile; "there is no earthly possibility of Mrs.Pontellier ever taking me seriously.You should have warned me against taking myself seriously.Your advice might then have carried some weight and given me subject for some reflection.Au revoir.But you look tired," he added, solicitously."Would you like a cup of bouillon? Shall I stir you a toddy? Let me mix you a toddy with a drop of Angostura."She acceded to the suggestion of bouillon, which was grateful and acceptable.He went himself to the kitchen, which was a building apart from the cottages and lying to the rear of the house.And he himselfbrought her the golden-brown bouillon, in a dainty Sevres cup, with a flaky cracker or two on the saucer.
