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Updated: June 11, 2025
But you may be sure that I am not mistaken. I want no better evidence of it than the fact that she wrote to me this morning." M. de Brevan jumped up, and said, "What! She has written to you?" "Yes; it is that accursed letter, more than any thing else, that brings me here. Here it is, just read it; and, if you can understand it, you are more fortunate than I am."
Still he tore open the envelopes, and glanced at the signatures. One of the letters was signed, "Maxime de Brevan;" the other, "Countess Ville-Handry," nee Sarah Brandon. Daniel commenced with the latter. After informing him of her marriage, Sarah described at great length Henrietta's conduct on the wedding-day.
There are people who tell you soberly that they have been in love without losing their senses, and reproach you for not keeping cool. Bosh! Those people remind me of still champagne blaming sparkling champagne for popping off the cork. And now, my dear fellow, have the kindness to accept this cigar, and let us take a walk." Was that really so as Brevan said?
The man who wants to make a girl his own does not go to work to chill her with terror, and to inspire her with ineffable disgust. Still M. de Brevan had done this; and therefore he must aim at something different from that marriage of which he spoke. What was that something? Such abominable things are not done for the mere pleasure of doing them, especially if that involves some amount of danger.
"My friend was positive. She intended this pretty piece of scandal as a wedding-present for her stepmother." M. de Brevan shrugged his shoulders, and said in an undertone, "Upon my word, I should not like to stand in the count's shoes." As a faithful echo of the gossip that was going on in society, this conversation, carried on in broken sentences, under the porch of St.
Are you really not aware that I love you?" She could understand any thing but this, the unfortunate girl; any thing but such infamy, such an incredible insult! M. de Brevan must be either drunk or mad. "Leave me, sir!" she said peremptorily, but with a voice trembling with indignation. But he advanced towards her with open arms, and went on,
M. de Brevan had, of course, claimed his share; Sir Thorn was a gambler; Sarah loved diamonds; and grim Mrs. Brian had her own vices. In short, the hour came when danger was approaching; but, just at that moment, Sarah, looking around, met with the unlucky victim she needed. "This one was a handsome young man, almost a child yet, kind, generous, and chivalrous.
"Sure of his game now, M. de Brevan left immediately for Frankfort, convinced that Sarah's brilliant beauty would guide him like a star. But he hunted in vain all over town, inquiring at the hotels, and bothering everybody with his questions. He found no trace of the fugitives. "When he returned to his lodgings that night, he wept. "Never in his life had he fancied himself half so unhappy.
"It was several years before this, that Justin Chevassat, released from the galleys, had made a nobleman of himself, and claimed before all the world to be Maxime de Brevan.
"I despise her; and without esteem" "That is an old story. That is no impediment." "Finally, you know how dearly, how ardently, I love Miss Ville-Handry." "Of course; but that is not the same thing." M. de Brevan had at last finished his careful toilet. He put on a dressing-gown; and, carrying Daniel with him into the small room which he used as a dressing-room, he asked,
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