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Pretending to have lost the control of his horse, he made it turn round, and forced it back with such admirable awkwardness, that the carriage came close up to the wall, and the right hand door was precisely in the face of the dark little hall in which Henrietta was standing. As quick as lightning M. de Brevan jumped out. Henrietta rushed forward. Nobody saw any thing.
The idea that Sir Thorn and M. de Brevan understood each other, and pursued a common purpose, never entered her mind; and, if it had suggested itself, she would have rejected it as absurd. Must she, then, come to the conclusion that M. de Brevan had really, when he appeared before her, no other aim but to drive her to despair? But why should he do so? what advantage would that be to him?
"Because, my dear viscount, Miss Brandon is one of those ladies who never are married. They are courted; they are worshipped; they make us commit a thousand follies for their sakes; they allow us to ruin ourselves, and, finally, to blow our brains out for them, all right! But to bear our name, never!" "It is true," said Brevan, "that they tell a number of stories about her; but it is all gossip.
Then office-furniture appeared in loads, tables, desks, chairs; then mountains of huge volumes; and at last two immense safes, as large as a bachelor's-lodging. Henrietta was seriously alarmed, and knowing beforehand that no one in the house would answer her questions, she turned to M. de Brevan.
Smile; we may be watched. Remember that we must not know each other; that we are perfect strangers to each other." Then he began in a very loud voice to sing the praise of the last new play that had been performed, until finally, thinking that he had put all suspicions asleep, he drew a little nearer, and, casting down his eyes, he said, "It is useless to tell you, madam, that I am M. de Brevan."
Thus Sarah was, through M. de Brevan, kept informed of all your thoughts, of all your hopes, of every word you wrote to M. Champcey, and of all he said in reply; for you need not doubt he did answer, and they suppressed the letters, just as they, very probably, intercepted all of your letters which you did not yourself carry to the post-office.
This sounded like a promise to afford her protection, which certainly would have been efficient if it had been sincere. But was it sincere? "No; most assuredly not!" said M. de Brevan when he was consulted. "It can be nothing but vile hypocrisy and the beginning of an abominable farce. You will see, madam." What Henrietta really saw was, that the Hon.
How can you there escape from inquiry and pursuit? It would be folly to hope for safety there." Pensively Henrietta hung her head. Then she said, "Perhaps you are right, sir." "Now," continued M. de Brevan, "let us see what they would do if they should discover you. You are not of age, consequently you are entirely dependent on the will of your father.
The manner in which the young girl shrugged her shoulders showed but too clearly that she did not believe M. de Brevan. He added, "If you doubt it, madam, pray read this, then, at the top of the second column." She took the paper which he offered her, and there she read,
As soon as he had left, she rose; and, like a dying person who makes all her last dispositions, she hastened to put every thing in order in her drawers, putting together what she meant to keep, and burning what she wished to keep from the curiosity of the countess and her accomplices. M. de Brevan had recommended her not to take her jewels.
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