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But the news that Sabine was not worse relieved Andre at once, and he patiently waited for his friend to explain. "I have seen her twice for you," answered De Breulh; "but it is absolutely necessary that you should come to a prompt decision on an important affair." "I am quite at your service," returned Andre a good deal surprised and troubled.
"A man should not be thanked for performing his duty. I should lie to you if I said that I am not painfully surprised at her communication; but tell me, had you been in my place, would you not have acted in the same manner?" "I think that I should." "And now we are friends, are we not?" and again De Breulh held out his hand, which Andre clasped with enthusiasm. "Yes, yes," faltered he.
As they turned the corner, they saw Modeste hurrying toward them. "She is saved, she is saved!" said she, "for she has fallen into a tranquil sleep, and the doctor says that she will recover." Andre and De Breulh were transported by this news; but they did not know that they were watched by two men, Mascarin and Florestan, who did not let one of their movements escape them.
It seemed strange that two men who had met that morning for the first time should now be on such intimate terms of friendship; but such was the case, for a mutual feeling of admiration and respect had sprung up in their hearts. M. de Breulh wished to send Andre home in his carriage, but this the young man declined, and merely borrowed an overcoat to protect him from the inclemency of the weather.
"Sir," said she, in a voice broken by conflicting emotions, "may I request the pleasure of a short private conversation with you?" "Mademoiselle," answered De Breulh, concealing his surprise beneath another bow, "I am at your disposal." One of the footmen, at a word from Sabine, threw open the door of the drawing-room in which the Countess had thrown down her arms in her duel with Dr. Hortebise.
M. de Breulh listened with an outwardly impassible face, but the venomed tooth of jealousy was gnawing at his heart. He had not told Sabine the entire truth, for he had studied her for a long time, and his love had grown firm and strong. Without an unkind thought the girl had shattered the edifice which he had built up with such care and pain.
Sabine did not ask her visitor to be seated, but leaning her elbow on the marble mantel-piece, she said, after a silence equally trying to both, "This strange conduct on my part, sir, will show you, more than any explanation, my sincerity, and the perfect confidence with which you have inspired me." She paused, but De Breulh made no reply, for he was perfectly mystified.
"I wish to see M. de Breulh," said Andre, as he stopped breathless at the door, where a couple of footmen were chatting. The men looked at him with supreme contempt. "He is out," one of them at last condescended to reply. Andre had by this time recovered his coolness, and taking out De Breulh's card, wrote these words on it in pencil: "One moment's interview.
To have become your wife would have made me a proud and happy woman." Here she stopped, almost choked by her tears, but M. de Breulh wished to fathom this mystery. "Why then this resolve?" asked he. "Because," replied Sabine faintly, as she hid her face, "because I have given all my love to another."
"M. de Breulh will help me," cried he; "for though I cannot go to the house, he will have no difficulty in doing so." By good luck, he had M. de Breulh's card in his pocket, and hurried off to his address. M. de Breulh had a fine house in the Avenue de l'Imperatrice, which he had taken more for the commodiousness of the stables than for his own convenience.
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