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His conclusion proved right; in five minutes he was overtaken by the panting lackey, who, conducting him back to the house, showed him into a magnificently furnished library. De Breulh feared that some terrible event had taken place. "What has happened?" said he. "Sabine is dying;" and Andre at once proceeded to inform De Breulh of what had happened since his departure. "But how can I help you?"
M. de Breulh was delighted at finding that he could have some occupation which would fill up the dreary monotony of his life. "I am yours!" cried he; "and will work with you heart and soul!" Before the artist could reply a loud blow was struck upon the library door, and a woman's voice exclaimed, "Let me in, Gontran, at once."
The justness of this remark silenced De Breulh, but Andre took another view of the matter. "This seems all right at a first glance, but still, after the extraordinary scene that the Viscountess has described, I should like to ask a few questions. Was not Van Klopen's behavior very unexpected?" "It was brutal and infamous." "Are you not one of his best customers?"
"I know not; but I shall find some loophole of escape when the time comes; for if I act in obedience to the dictates of my heart and conscience, I cannot do wrong, for Heaven will come to my aid." The phrase sounded like a dismissal; but De Breulh, man of the world as he was, did not accept it. "May I permit myself to offer you a word of advice?" "Do so, sir."
"Is it an annoyance or inconvenience for you to go out in that dress?" "Not a bit, I am thoroughly used to it; but it was for your sake." "If that is all, come along." "But people will stare at seeing you in company with a common workman." "Let them stare." And drawing Andre's arm through his, M. de Breulh set off.
The man was a Frenchman, but he had resided for some time in England, for he spoke that language with tolerable fluency. Andre knew nothing of these details, but he had heard of the existence of the valet from M. de Breulh, when he had asked where the Marquis lived.
"You have formed a correct judgment of me." But here Andre felt that he must interpose, and, taking a step forward, said, "Have you the right to speak?" "My dear Andre," said De Breulh, "this is a matter in which my honor is as much concerned as yours. Will you not trust me?" Then turning to the Viscountess, he added, "Tell us all you heard." "It is only something I heard from Modeste.
She is always committing all sorts of imprudent acts, and scandal is ever busy with her name. Half a dozen of the opposite sex have been talked of in connection with her, while in reality she is a true and faithful wife, for, in spite of all her frivolity, she adores her husband, and is in great awe of him. Such was the character of the lady into whose apartment M. de Breulh was introduced.
"Might I be permitted," asked he, "now that you have placed so much confidence in me, to make the acquaintance of the man whom you have honored with your love?" Sabine colored deeply. "I have no reason to conceal anything from you: his name is Andre, he is a painter, and lives in the Rue de la Tour d'Auvergne." De Breulh made a mental note of the name, and continued,
Andre was right; many persons did turn round to look at the fashionably dressed gentleman walking arm in arm with a mason in his working attire, but De Breulh took but little heed, and to all Andre's questions simply said, "Wait till we reach my house." At length they arrived, without having exchanged twenty words, and entering the library closed the door.
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