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"They are happy!" exclaimed Rodolphe, with bitter emphasis. "Claire de Bourgogne, the last survivor of the only house which can ever vie with the royal family of France " "Oh! of a bastard branch, and that a female line." "At any rate, she is Vicomtesse de Beauseant; and she did not "
"My affairs seem to be in a promising way," said Eugene to himself. "'Can you love me? I asked her, and she did not resent it. "The bit is in the horse's mouth, and I have only to mount and ride;" and with that he went to pay his respects to Mme. de Beauseant, who was leaving the theatre on d'Ajuda's arm.
The struggles of the poor student in Paris, if skilfully drawn, would furnish a most dramatic picture of modern civilization. In vain Mme. de Beauseant looked at Eugene as if asking him to speak; the student was tongue-tied in the Vicomte's presence. "Are you going to take me to the Italiens this evening?" the Vicomtesse asked her husband.
"Where am I to drive, sir?" demanded the man, who, by this time, had taken off his white gloves. "Confound it!" Eugene said to himself, "I am in for it now, and at least I will not spend cab-hire for nothing! Drive to the Hotel Beauseant," he said aloud. "Which?" asked the man, a portentous word that reduced Eugene to confusion.
"For the town?" "I don't think so, sir. Mme. la Vicomtesse had post-horses." "Ah! then she is going away," said the Baron. "Yes, sir," the man answered. Gaston de Nueil at once prepared to follow Mme. de Beauseant. She led the way as far as Geneva, without a suspicion that he followed. And he?
If she wanted to marry the 'great Unknown' and we found that the match was suitable, we should give our consent. Besides this, Cecile is wholly dependent on her grandfather, who intends to give her on her marriage the Hotel de Beauseant in Paris, which he purchased for us six years ago; the value of which is now rated at eight hundred thousand francs.
As for using his whistle, the opportunity, of course, was not afforded him; and, moreover, he had no breath to spare for such a purpose. Breath, however, was also a desideratum with the poacher, and the more so inasmuch as he accompanied every blow as Brian de Bois-Guilbert was wont to hammer home his mace-strokes with "Ha! Beauseant, Beauseant!" with some amazing oath.
The next day, at three o'clock, he was back again at the Hotel de Maufrigneuse; he had come to take the Duchess' orders for that night's escape. And, "Why should we go?" asked she; "I have thought it all out. The Vicomtesse de Beauseant and the Duchesse de Langeais disappeared. If I go too, it will be something quite commonplace. We will brave the storm. It will be a far finer thing to do.
"You must talk to me, you know," said Mme. de Beauseant. "Ah! look! There is Mme. de Nucingen in the third box from ours. Her sister and M. de Trailles are on the other side." The Vicomtesse glanced as she spoke at the box where Mlle. de Rochefide should have been; M. d'Ajuda was not there, and Mme. de Beauseant's face lighted up in a marvelous way.
But if Mme. de Restaud and M. de Trailles had found him horribly in the way, M. d'Ajuda hailed his coming with relief. "Good-bye," said the Portuguese, hurrying to the door, as Eugene made his entrance into a dainty little pink-and-gray drawing-room, where luxury seemed nothing more than good taste. "Until this evening," said Mme. de Beauseant, turning her head to give the Marquis a glance.
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