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Good-night, Mr. Aycon." I bade her good-night, and she passed slowly through the door, which I closed behind her. I turned again to the fire, saying: "What would the duchess think of that?" I did not even know what I thought of it myself; of one thing only I felt sure -that what I had heard of Marie Delhasse was not all that there was to learn about her.
The duke tugged his mustache. "I do not know your name, sir," he remarked. "My name is Aycon." "I know the name," and he bowed slightly. "Well, I didn't send to you at Avranches because I was otherwise occupied." "I am glad, sir, that you take it so lightly," said I. "And by the way, Mr. Aycon, before you question me, isn't there a question I might ask you? How came you here to-night?"
Aycon, you are the most delightful man alive! You come at the very moment I want you." "Be sober, my child, be sober!" murmured the old lady. "But I want to hear," expostulated the duchess. "Do you know anything, Mr. Aycon? What has been happening up at the house? What has the duke done?"
My name is Gilbert Aycon." "Aycon Aycon! It is a little difficult to say it as you say it." Her thoughts claimed her again. I threw my cigarette into the fire, and stood waiting her pleasure. But she seemed to have no more to say, for she rose from the seat and held out her hand to me. "Will you 'shake hands?" she said, the last two words in English; and she smiled again.
He also, in spite of his impatience, seemed to me to be in a better humor than earlier in the day. The interview with Mme. Delhasse must have been satisfactory to both parties. Aycon. You're running a great risk for nothing. Be a sensible man. Go back to Avranches, thence to Cherbourg, and thence to where you live and leave me to settle my own affairs."
"Because he may find out I'm gone, and come after us, you know." Nothing seemed more likely; I was bound to admit that. "Get in, Mr. Aycon," continued the duchess. And then she suddenly began to talk English. "I told him I shouldn't stay in the house if Mlle. Delhasse came. He didn't believe me; well, he'll see now. I couldn't stay, could I? Why don't you get in?" Half dazed, I got in.
He was a great man; I did not know what hindrances he might not be able to put in the way of my disappearance. And what would happen if he made his inquiries? Inquiries might mean searching, and I carried a passport in the name of Gilbert Aycon. Such share had prudence; the rest must be put down to the sudden impulse of amusement which seized me. It was but for a day or two!
It's rather funny, isn't it, Mr. Aycon?" and she munched a morsel of toast, and leaned her elbows on the table and sent a sparkling glance across at me, for all the world as she had done on the first night I knew her. The cares of the world did not gall the shoulders of Mme. de Saint-Maclou. "But why are you here?" said I, sticking to my point.
"You've come back?" said I, looking at her in persistent surprise. Suzanne put the cushions behind my back in a more comfortable position, smiled kindly on us, and left us. "Yes," said the duchess, "I have for the present, Mr. Aycon." "But but the duke " I stammered. "I don't mind the duke," said she. "Besides, he may not come. It's rather nice that you're just a little hurt.
"What need is there of another?" "A good ground of quarrel?" he repeated, in a questioning tone. Honestly I believe that he had for the moment forgotten. His passion for Marie Delhasse and fury at the loss of her filled his whole mind. "Oh, yes," he went on. "About the duchess? True, Mr. Aycon. That will serve as well as the truth." "If that is not a real ground, I know none," said I.
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