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"I see, Monsieur, you laugh at me; you think me vain, because I claim in some points to be equal to the Countess de St. Alyre. I challenge you to say, my hand, at least, is less beautiful than hers." As she thus spoke she drew her glove off, and extended her hand, back upward, in the moonlight. The lady seemed really nettled.
I find, although you were mistaken, that you do remember the Countess of the Belle Etoile, and that you are a champion true and fearless. Had you yielded to the claims just now pressed upon you by the rivalry of Mademoiselle de la Valiere, in her mask, the Countess de St. Alyre should never have trusted or seen you more. I now am sure that you are true, as well as brave.
Is there so little light in these rooms, Monsieur, that a poor glowworm can show so brightly? I thought we were in a luminous atmosphere, wherever a certain Countess moved?" Here was an awkward speech! How was I to answer? This lady might be, as they say some ladies are, a lover of mischief, or an intimate of the Countess de St. Alyre. Cautiously, therefore, I inquired, "What Countess?"
The gentleman I speak of is the Comte de St. Alyre. He represents a very old family. He is the very soul of honor, and the most sensible man in the world, except in one particular." "And that particular?" I hesitated. I was now deeply interested.
I asked, my curiosity a good deal piqued. "She is thinking, I conjecture, how well she will look in them when she marries her second husband." "Oh? yes, to be sure. But the Count de St. Alyre is a good man?" "Admirable, and extremely intelligent." "I should wish so much to be presented to the Count: you tell me he's so " "So agreeably married. But they are living quite out of the world.
I will place my house and keys at his disposal, for the purpose of his scrutiny, so soon as he is good enough to inform me of what specific contraband goods he comes in search." "The Count de St. Alyre will pardon me," answered Carmaignac, a little dryly.
Alyre and the beautiful lady, his companion, countess, or whatever else she was, had pigeoned him. To this suspicion were added some others of a still darker kind; but in their first shape, rather the exaggerated reflections of his fury, ready to believe anything, than well-defined conjectures.
And for having robbed and intended to murder him, I arrest you, Nicolas de la Marque, Count de St. Alyre." In another moment the old villain was a prisoner. I heard his discordant voice break quaveringly into sudden vehemence and volubility; now croaking now shrieking as he oscillated between protests, threats, and impious appeals to the God who will "judge the secrets of men!"
"You must, positively, speak with the magician," said the Marquis to the Count de St. Alyre, "you will be so much amused. I did so; and, I assure you, I could not have anticipated such answers! I don't know what to believe." "Really! Then, by all means, let us try," he replied. We three approached, together, the side of the palanquin, at which the black-bearded magician stood.
Alyre, and made my way among brushwood and thickets to the point nearest the ruinous temple, and crossed the short intervening space of open ground rapidly. I was now once more under the gigantic boughs of the old lime and chestnut trees; softly, and with a heart throbbing fast, I approached the little structure.
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