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Andre, however, now that he had heard of Sabine's convalescence, had entirely recovered the elasticity of his spirits, and would never have noticed that he was being followed. His heart, too, was much rejoiced at the friendship of M. de Breulh and the promise of assistance from the Viscountess de Bois Arden; and with the assistance of these two, he felt that he could end his difficulties.
"I will send round a note this evening." De Breulh pressed her hand, and hurried down, and was met by Andre at the door, for he had been unable to sit still in the carriage. "Keep up your courage. Madame de Bois Arden had not heard of Mademoiselle Sabine's illness, and this looks as if it was not a very serious matter. We shall have the real facts in three hours."
De Breulh, who had been pacing up and down the room, suddenly halted in front of the Viscountess. "My dear Clotilde," said he, "I am sure when I tell you that the tongue of scandal has often been busy with your name, I am telling you nothing new." "Pooh!" answered the Viscountess. "What do I care for that?" "But I always defended you.
I will say more," continued De Breulh gravely, as the artist still kept silent; "yesterday, at Mademoiselle de Mussidan's request, I withdrew from my position as a suitor for her hand." Andre had already been touched by De Breulh's frank and open manner, and these last words entirely conquered him. "I can never thank you enough," began he. But De Breulh interrupted him.
Her first act was to write the letter to her lover which had driven him to the verge of distraction; and then, fearing lest her father might, in his agony and remorse, be driven to some rash act, she went to him and told him that she knew all. "I never loved M. de Breulh," said she with a pitiful smile, "and therefore the sacrifice is not so great after all."
"And now," said De Breulh, as he paused for a moment at the open doorway, "let me wish you my good luck, and if you will come and breakfast with me one day, I think I can show you some pictures which you will really appreciate." And handing his card to the artist, he went downstairs.
I have entered into a contract with a wealthy builder, named Candele, to execute the outside decorations of his house." "Never mind that," answered M. de Breulh; "take as long as you like." Of course, after this, Andre could offer no further opposition; he therefore took the money without another word.
M. de Breulh was writing a withdrawal from his demand for Sabine's hand to M. de Mussidan, and he found the task by no means an easy one, for on reading it over he found that there was a valid strain of bitterness throughout it, which would surely attract attention and perhaps cause embarrassing questions to be put to him. "No," murmured he, "this letter is quite unworthy of me."
"That your Marquis de Croisenois is a despicable scoundrel, who had imposed upon the Marchioness d'Arlanges. Just you listen to our reasons for coming to this conclusion." And with the most perfect clearness De Breulh had the whole state of the case before the Viscountess. The lady listened attentively, and then said, "Your premises are wrong; just let me say a word on the matter.
With this thought rushing through her brain, she gazed upon him eagerly, but read no meaning in his eyes. "Yes," answered she dreamily, "it is true that I am very wealthy." "And what will be your reply to the next suitor, and to the one after that?" asked De Breulh.
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