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Updated: May 31, 2025
Why couldn't I have passed you by, without you becoming the dream of my whole life? I have lied. Who would not lie to be loved by you?" Never had Samuel Brohl appeared so beautiful. Despair and passion lighted up his strange green eyes with a sombre flame.
But it went against the grain to put any constraint on the girl, and he felt that he would be ashamed to answer "No," if Frau Brohl were to ask him if he had already spoken to Malvine.
The door opened; some one entered, slowly approached Samuel, drew back the curtains of his bed, and bent towards him, fixing upon him great eager eyes that he recognised. They were singular eyes, these, at once full of sweetness and full of fire, of audacity and of candour; a child, a grand soul, an unbalanced weakling all this in one was in this gaze. Samuel Brohl quailed with horror.
It was about ten o'clock when M. Langis called on Samuel Brohl, who was not astonished to see him appear; he had hoped he would come. Samuel had regained self-possession. He was calm and dignified. However, the tempest through which he had gone had left on his features some vestige of its passage.
"What would you imply, my dear count?" interposed Abbe Miollens. "Have you need of a negotiator? I can boast of having had some experience in that line. I am wholly at your service." These words calmed Samuel Brohl. Quickly recovering himself, he coldly rejoined: "A negotiator? What occasion would I have for a negotiator?
It was a dignified scene, tender, and, as befitted an honorable family, without any over display of feeling; if all the wealthy people of Stettin had been assembled there, they could have expressed nothing but admiration. On the next day Frau Brohl spoke to her grand-daughter.
He picked it up, and turned it round and round in his trembling fingers, looking at the plate which had been forced open. "Can you tell me what I ought to think of Samuel Brohl?" she asked. The name fell on him like a mass of lead; he reeled under the blow; then, striking his head with his two fists, he answered: "Samuel Brohl is a man worthy of your pity.
Princess Gulof rose up brusquely, and stood for a while looking at Antoinette in silence. "So, you do not believe me," she said in an ironic tone, blinking her little eyes. "You are right. Old women, you know, seldom talk sense. Samuel Brohl never existed, and I had the pleasure of dining last night with the most authentic of all the Larinskis.
Fortunately for all parties, M. Moriaz shortly made his appearance at the end of the terrace, and M. Langis arose to join him. Antoinette remained alone with Samuel Brohl, who at once rather brusquely asked: "Has M. Langis the intention of remaining here forever?" "He has only just arrived," she replied. "And you will send him away soon?"
He would certainly have to sell some of his family jewels, if he wanted to stay at Saint Moritz. Unhappily, he now had only the fine diamond ring, which he wore on his finger, and a Persian bracelet composed of three golden plates connected by a band of filigree work. "Now, which shall I sell," said the Count; "the Larinski ring, or the bracelet which belonged to Samuel Brohl? The ring, I think.
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