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His young and beautiful wife ran away with another man a man who is unknown to Barthelmy, who is pursuing the fugitives over the whole world " "Ah! I remember now reading something about it. That is why his name seemed familiar to me." "I thought you must have heard something about him," responded the baroness, in a peculiar tone.
Colonel Barthelmy is a soldier by profession; you are a philosopher who lives amid his studies, and whose right hand is unable to hold a pen, let alone a sword or a pistol!" Count Vavel was touched on the spot where men are most susceptible. "Who can tell whether I have always been a studious hermit?" he demanded proudly.
"That I may wholly and entirely believe that you are Katharina, and not Themire, answer one question. A creature who calls himself the Marquis de Fervlans and Leon Barthelmy is lying in ambush somewhere in this neighborhood, waiting for you to settle an old account with him.
If you persist in going alone to meet the colonel, I shall hurry back to the manor, send my groom on the swiftest horse I own with this letter to Colonel Barthelmy. Read it." She unfolded the letter she had taken from her pocket, and held it so that Count Vavel might read, without taking it in his hands: "HERR COLONEL: You need not seek Mme. Ange Barthelmy at the Nameless Castle.
"That is Barthelmy," whispered the baroness, pressing the arm on which she was leaning. The count's expression of calm indifference did not change. He walked with a firm step toward the approaching officers. Very soon they stood face to face. The colonel was a tall, distinguished-looking man; he carried his head well upright, and every movement spoke of haughty self-confidence and pride.
For four years my quest has been fruitless; I have been unable to find a trace of the guilty pair. A lucky chance at last led me to this secluded corner of the earth, and here I learned that but, to be brief, Herr Count, I owe it to my heart and to my honor to ask you this question: Is not this lady by your side, who is always closely veiled, Ange Barthelmy, my wife?"
"Besides, might it not be that my hand is unable only when I don't want to use it?" "That may be," retorted the lady. "But Barthelmy, who is perfectly insane on the subject of his wife's infamy, would have the advantage of you. He is suspicious of every stranger; and of all the gossip which environs you, the legend of that elopement is the mildest." "Indeed? This is very flattering!
The division was made. M. Joutel, Father Douay, M. Cavalier, and his nephew, young Cavalier, and three others, De Marle, Tessier and Barthelmy, composed the party which was to return to the French settlements. Thus the band of twenty which had left the bay of St. Louis had dwindled down to seven.
The marquis commanded this body of the demons, he having, as Colonel Barthelmy in the Austrian army, become thoroughly familiar with that part of Hungary. Lisette and Satan Laczi's little son were living alone at the Nameless Castle. When Marie, who was come in quest of her friend Cambray, rang the bell, the door was opened by the lad. "Is there a strange gentleman here?" she asked.
Again the lady laughed, then said apologetically: "Pardon me, but the idea amused me. But, to return to Colonel Barthelmy, he is going very shortly to Italy with his regiment; therefore, I need not care what fables he thinks of me or repeats. The few persons whose opinion I care for will not believe him; as for the others pah! Come, your hand on it! Let us perpetrate this joke.
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