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He found one at last, made by Stidmann for a Russian, who was unable to pay for it when finished, a fox-head in gold, with a ruby of exorbitant value; all his savings went into the purchase, the cost of which was seven thousand francs. Ernest gave a drawing of the arms of La Bastie, and allowed the shop-people twenty hours to engrave them.
The young prince came at once, and his mother continued, motioning to Modeste, "Mademoiselle de La Bastie, my friend." The heir presumptive, whose marriage with Desplein's only daughter had lately been arranged, bowed to the young girl without seeming struck, as his father had been, with her beauty.
"And how does all this concern Mademoiselle de La Bastie?" asked the count. "Monsieur, I love her; and I have the unhoped-for happiness of being loved by her. Hear me, monsieur," cried Ernest, checking a violent movement on the part of the angry father.
"Ernest, here, Mademoiselle de La Bastie wants you," said the poet, hastily returning to his chair by the embroidery frame. Ernest rushed to Modeste without bowing to any one; he saw only her, took his commission with undisguised joy, and darted from the room, with the secret approbation of every woman present.
I have therefore resolved that the amount of my present fortune shall not be known. I shall not disembark at Havre, but at Marseilles. I shall sell my indigo, and negotiate for the purchase of La Bastie through the house of Mongenod in Paris. I shall put my funds in the Bank of France and return to the Chalet giving out that I have a considerable fortune in merchandise.
You have a heart, and you have also a quick mind." "Bah! the ready wit of Provence, that is all," said Charles Mignon. "Ah, do you come from Provence?" cried Canalis. "You must pardon my friend," said La Briere; "he has not studied, as I have, the history of La Bastie." At the word friend Canalis threw a searching glance at Ernest.
At that instant provoking as rain in the midst of a picnic Madame de la Bastie came up to ask me if I had been to see Nathan's last drama. Monsieur Dorlange was forced to give up his seat beside me, and no further opportunity for renewing the conversation occurred during the evening.
"Ha, ha, so all the world is in love with Mademoiselle de La Bastie?" And Butscha suddenly appeared and looked at La Briere. La Briere checked his anger when, by the light of the moon, he saw the dwarf, and he made a few steps without replying. "Soldiers who serve in the same company ought to be good comrades," remarked Butscha. "You don't love Canalis; neither do I."
To this true lover, Modeste was eclipsing all the Modestes he had created as he read her letters and answered them. This visit, the length of which was predetermined by Canalis, careful not to allow his admirers a chance to get surfeited, ended by an invitation to dinner on the following Monday. "We shall not be at the Chalet," said the Comte de La Bastie. "Dumay will have sole possession of it.
The conversation interrupted by Madame de la Bastie could now be renewed, as I was about to ask him to continue the history, of which he had only told me the last words, when our old Lucas brought me a letter. It was from my Armand, to let me know that he had been ill since morning, and was then in the infirmary.
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