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Studied at Geneva under M. Hebert and Barthelmy Menn, in painting; Hugues Bovy, modelling. Mlle. Rapin writes me: "I am, above all, a portrait painter, and my portraits are in private hands." She names among others of her sitters, Ernest Naville, the philosopher; Raoul Pictet, chemist; Jules Salmson, sculptor, etc.
"I shout for very joy! The thought that we might have to fight side by side annoyed me. Now, however, we shall be adversaries, and when we meet, the man who did not steal Ange Barthelmy will send her husband to the devil! And now, Herr Vice-palatine, I think it is time to say good night. It will be the first night in six years that I shall sleep quietly."
The two officers accompanying the colonel drew their swords. The baroness uttered a cry of terror, and flung herself on Vavel's breast. "I presume you will allow me to inquire, first, what relation this lady bears to you?" Colonel Barthelmy asked the question in measured tones; and without an instant's hesitation came Count Vavel's reply: "The lady is my betrothed wife."
Generals Moiselle and Lefebre surrendered fortified Laibach, together with its entire brigade, without discharging a gun. And even our quondam friend, the gallant Colonel Barthelmy, has taken Dutch leave and gone back to the enemy." "What? Gone back to the enemy!" repeated Ludwig, springing from his chair, and laughing delightedly. "The news seems to rejoice you," observed Herr Bernat.
One of M. Cavalier's party, M. Barthelmy, who was a young man from Paris, weary with the long journey he had already taken, and charmed with the friendly character of the natives and the Eden-like region they had found, decided to remain there. The horses also were left. They had, as they judged, a voyage of twelve hundred miles from the mouth of the Arkansas to the mouth of the Illinois.
Peter Barthelmy, a priest of Provence, dreamed, he said, that Saint Andrew appeared to him in the night, and informed him that underneath a certain spot in the floor of the church of Saint Peter was buried the identical lance with which the Roman soldiers pierced the side of Christ as he hung on the cross.
The officers quartered at the manor were agreeable companions. Vicomte Leon Barthelmy was a true courtier, a brave soldier, an entertaining comrade, and a generous master. Even his enemies would have admitted that his manners were irresistible in the salon, as well as on the battle-field.
"Danger?" repeated the count. "Yes; danger threatens you and some one else! Let us come farther into the park, that no one may by a possible chance overhear me." When they had reached a sheltered spot the lady again spoke: "Do you know anything about Colonel Barthelmy?" "I received the cards he left here when he called," indifferently replied Count Vavel.
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