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Believe me, my dear demoiselle, I should be charmed to receive a son-in-law from your hands, and to give my daughter to a man whose genius and noble sentiments you divined from merely seeing him eat. Unfortunately, I fear this marriage will not come about; there is one little difficulty." "What?" "Count Larinski forgot to apprise us that he was already married." Mlle.
Abel Larinski, I have become you: I mistake, I am more Pole, more Larinski, than you were yourself." At this moment Samuel Brohl had a singular expression of countenance; his gaze was fixed. He was no longer of this world he conversed with a spirit; but he was neither terrified nor awed, as was Hamlet in talking to the shade of his father.
Great happiness does not fear being discussed. Your choice will be regarded unfavourably by some, approved by others. M. Larinski has the gift of pleasing; he will please, and all the world will pardon my resignation, which Mme. de Lorcy esteems a crime." "You promised me that your resignation would be mingled with cheerfulness: I find it somewhat melancholy."
He raised his head; he saw Antoinette; he looked wildly at her, as though he did not recognise her. He recognised her at last, made a gesture of alarm, rose precipitately, and fled. Mlle. Moriaz drew near Mme. de Lorcy, and said to her, "Well, what do you think of it?" "I think, my dear," she replied, "that Mme. de Lorcy is a fool, and that Count Larinski is a powerful man."
"You dream with your eyes open, my dear Count Larinski, and your awakening is sometimes sudden and unpleasant." Then, advancing her head towards her companion, her little eyes flaming like a viper's, she whispered: "Samuel Brohl, I knew you all along. Your dream has come to an end." A cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the adventurer.
He came there, nevertheless, every day, but at his own time; besides, the hotels were full to overflowing, and it was very easy to lose one's self in the crowd. To tell the truth, when Count Abel Larinski came to Saint Moritz he was far less occupied with Mlle. Moriaz than with a certain illustrious chemist.
"I perceive it every January in making out her accounts, and it is fortunate that she intrusts this to me, for she never takes the trouble to look at the memorandum her banker sends her." "I am proud for Poland that Mlle. Moriaz has a Polish failing," said Abel Larinski, gallantly. "Is it a failing?" queried Antoinette.
"Princess Gulof," said she to herself, "has passed her life in running around the world; her real home is a railroad-car; there is not a large city where she has failed to make a sojourn; she is acquainted with the whole world: is it not possible that she knows Count Larinski?"
He had repaid her by robbing her of her jewels and running off with them to Bucharest. There he had met Count Larinski, who, for more honourable motives, was also hiding from the Russian secret police. By representing himself as a persecuted anarchist, Brohl completely won the confidence of large-hearted, chivalrous Polish patriot.
"We have charming weather to-day," said her father; "nevertheless there is a possibility of rain to-morrow. If I started this evening on a journey, I should carry my umbrella, without fearing to insult Providence. Who speaks to you of offending M. Larinski? Not content with approving of the step I propose taking, he will thank me for it. Why did he at first refuse to marry you?
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