The deliberations were soon fortunately interrupted by a summons to dinner.
Mlle.

Blanche, when the young marquis rejoined her, quite forgot to question him about the doings of the council.
In fact, what did the hopes and plans of these people matter to her.
She cared very little about them or about the people themselves, since they were below her father in rank, and most of them were not as rich.
An absorbing thought--a thought of her future, and of her happiness, filled her mind to the exclusion of all other subjects.
The few moments that she had passed alone, after Marie-Anne's departure, she had spent in grave reflection.
Martial's mind and person pleased her.

In him were combined all the qualifications which any ambitious woman would desire in a husband--and she decided that he should be _her_ husband.

Probably she would not have arrived at this conclusion so quickly, had it not been for the feeling of jealousy aroused in her heart.

But from the very moment that she could believe or suspect that another woman was likely to dispute the possession of Martial with her, she desired him.
From that moment she was completely controlled by one of those strange passions in which the heart has no part, but which take entire possession of the brain and lead to the worst of follies.
Let the woman whose pulse has never quickened its beating under the influence of this counterfeit of love, cast the first stone.
That she could be vanquished in this struggle for supremacy; that there could be any doubt of the result, were thoughts which never once entered the mind of Mlle.