And closing her
eyes as the brougham rolled along, she poisoned her mind by ruminating
all these things, scarce able to refrain from venting her fury by
throwing herself upon that young woman Charlotte, well-loved and fruitful
spouse, who sat beside her.
Then the thought of Denis occurred to her. Why was he being taken to the
works? Did he also mean to rob her? Yet she knew that he had refused to
join his brother, as in his opinion there was not room for two at the
establishment of the Boulevard de Grenelle. Indeed, Denis's ambition was
to direct some huge works by himself; he possessed an extensive knowledge
of mechanics, and this it was that rendered him a valuable adviser
whenever a new model of some important agricultural machine had to be
prepared at the Beauchene factory. Constance promptly dismissed him from
her thoughts; in her estimation there was no reason to fear him; he was a
mere passer-by, who on the morrow, perhaps, would establish himself at
the other end of France. Then once more the thought of Blaise came back
to her, imperative, all-absorbing; and it suddenly occurred to her that
if she made haste home she would be able to see Morange alone in his
office and ascertain many things from him before the others arrived.
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