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Armand went slowly home, turning this thought in his mind with the impartiality of a man who is conscious of all the responsibilities that love lays on him while he tastes the sweetness of its joys. He went along the Quais to see the widest possible space of sky; his heart had grown in him; he would fain have had the bounds of the firmament and of earth enlarged.
"I do not understand it, gentlemen. Parpon does not like the young Seigneur as he liked the old." Medallion, sitting in the shadow, smiled. He understood. Armand continued: "As for this 'testament, gentlemen, I will fulfil its conditions; though I swear, were I otherwise minded regarding the woman" here Parpon raised his head swiftly "I would not hang my hat for an hour in the Tall Porch."
Armand d'Aubepine had been the first patient admitted, so his was the chief guest-chamber a vast room, at the other end of which was a great bed, beside which stood my poor Cecile, seeing nothing but her husband, looking up for a moment between hope and terror in case it should be the surgeon, but scarcely taking in that it was I till I put my arms round her and kissed her; and then she put her finger to her lips, cherishing a hope that because the poor sufferer had closed his eyes and lay still in exhaustion, he might sleep. there he lay, all tinge of colour gone from his countenance, and his damp, dark hair lying about his face, and with my arm round her waist stood watching till he opened his eyes with a start and moan of pain, and cried, as his eye fell on me: 'Madame!
"Your Royal Highness may pardon my intrusion," she said, "when I tell you that I am Armand Dalberg's wife Now, Major Moore, I am ready," and she put her hand upon his arm. But Moore never moved. Instead, he looked at me for orders. Language is utterly inadequate to describe my feelings at that moment; so I shall not try. Imagination is better than words.
"That man, monsieur; say God!" "God again! I ought to be alone in your heart. But leave God alone where He is, for the love of God and me. Madame, you shall not go to confession again, or " "Or?" she repeated sweetly. "Or I will never come back here." "Then go, Armand. Good-bye, good-bye forever."
After marching for a third of the day, he felt his strength failing, his feet were bleeding, he asked if they should reach the place soon. "In an hour's time," said the guide. Armand braced himself for another hour's march, and they went on.
It was Dehra, herself, who brought me up sharply, after a space. "I am afraid, Armand," said she, "if you flirt so strenuously with me to-night, you will have no cards left for the balance of our game." "Our game?" I echoed blankly, forgetting for the moment the compact of the Ball. She smiled. "You see, you play it better than I ever can. I don't even know enough to forget it is a game."
It was never very difficult to enter the great city; if one wished to put one's head in the lion's mouth, one was welcome to do so; the difficulty came when the lion thought fit to close his jaws. Armand, after five minutes of tense anxiety, was allowed to cross the barrier, but his certificate of safety was detained.
Nevertheless I was anxious to find out something about the relations between Marguerite and Armand. Meeting one day a man who was constantly about with known women, I asked him: "Did you know Marguerite Gautier?" The answer was the usual: "Very well." "What sort of a girl was she?" "A fine, good girl. I was very sorry to hear of her death." "Had she not a lover called Armand Duval?"
Mademoiselle Lange was sitting upon a small sofa of antique design, with cushions covered in faded silks heaped round her pretty head. Armand thought that she looked like that carved cameo which his sister Marguerite possessed. He himself sat on a low chair at some distance from her.
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