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Parson's man declares that he was too virtuous to come to the two last entertainments after finding out that the first was a clandestine one; but I believe he made himself disagreeable, and was not invited. Probably he quarrelled with some military follower of Armande's; for he was particularly bitter on the subject of a common soldier making free in a gentleman's house.
"You and M. le Marquis own the estate conjointly; but the larger part of it is yours. You can raise money upon it without saying a word to him." The players at whist, reversis, boston, and backgammon noticed that evening that Mlle. Armande's features, usually so serene and pure, showed signs of agitation. "That poor heroic child!" said the old Marquise de Casteran, "she must be suffering still.
"The young man is paying a high rate of interest on his loans. We will lock him up down here. I will go yonder myself and bring those curs to terms." Chesnel, honest Chesnel, upright, worthy Chesnel, called his darling Comte Victurnien's creditors "curs." Meanwhile his successor was making his way along the Rue du Bercail just as Mlle. Armande's traveling carriage turned into it.
Victurnien had thinned his last thin, white hairs. "Our Martyr-King did not die like the English King Charles." That thought soothed Mlle. Armande's splendid indignation; a shudder ran through her; but still she did not realize what Chesnel meant. "To-morrow we will decide what we must do," she said; "it needs thought. At the worst, we have our lands." "Yes," said Chesnel.
Perhaps you will more fully understand the disaster that this marriage was to the mind and heart of the chevalier when you learn that his intercourse with the Princess Goritza became less frequent. One day he appeared in Mademoiselle Armande's salon with the calf of his leg on the shin-bone. This bankruptcy of the graces was, I do assure you, terrible, and struck all Alencon with horror.
At the sight of mademoiselle, Chesnel opened the door circumspectly and set down the light which he was carrying; but when he looked out and saw Victurnien, Mlle. Armande's first whispered word made the whole thing plain to him. He looked up and down the street; it seemed quite deserted; he beckoned, and the young Count sprang out of the carriage and entered the courtyard. All was lost.
A few minutes later they were on the road to Brest, and Paris lay behind them. Victurnien uttered not a sound; he was paralyzed. And when aunt and nephew began to speak, they talked at cross purposes; Victurnien, still laboring under the unlucky misapprehension which flung him into Mlle. Armande's arms, was thinking of his forgery; his aunt had the debts and the bills on her mind.
"Mademoiselle knows very well that during her absence Monsieur l'abbe dines out every day. Yesterday I went to fetch him from Mademoiselle Armande's." "Where is he now?" "Monsieur l'abbe? Why, at church; he won't be in before three o'clock." "He thinks of nothing! he ought to have told you to go to market.
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