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But there had never been a sign from her, nor any word from Mavick lately. There evidently was nothing. He had been thrown over. Carmen evidently had no more use for him. She had other plans. The thought that he had been used and duped was almost more bitter than his loss.
In a few words Carmen related what had brought her there, and showed the letter she had taken from Larsagny. "In Courbevoie!" cried Gontram. "How shall we find Spero there?" "I know the house," said Carmen; "it belongs to the banker, and I believe we shall find the vicomte there." "May God grant it." Ten minutes later they were all on the road to Courbevoie.
Then he pulled the bell at the Sisters' door, and requested to speak with Agatha. He was ushered into the sitting-room, and as Sister Agatha entered, recognized her at the first glance. "Sister, does Carmen Mauer still live, and is she here?" he asked, trembling with intense suspense. The speaker must once have been a very handsome man.
"And Sister Sarah?" "At Sarepta, in Russia, in the province of Saratow." "Sister Jacobi?" "At Batavia, in Java." "Sister Carmen?" Similarly to all those called before, Carmen rose also, when Sister Agatha mentioned her name; but it seemed an involuntary motion, as if in obedience to a command, and then, after a second's hesitation, she at once resumed her seat.
Chinese gardeners, deft and mysterious as brownies, were working at night to change the arrangement of flower-beds so that the dwellers in the hotel should have a surprise by day. Theo Dene talked of Carmen Gaylor, telling stories she had heard of the rich widow from people whose acquaintance she had first made at Del Monte.
There had been moments since his marriage when he feared that Margaret's scruples would interfere with his career, but never a moment when he had doubted that her love for him would be superior to any solicitations from others. Carmen, who knew him like a book, would have said that the model wife for Henderson would be a woman devoted to him and to his interests, and not too scrupulous.
"May your heart never mislead you, child!" answered the old man with emotion. "One who has lived as long as I have, who has fallen and endeavored to make atonement, learns to mistrust the human heart." "Listen, father; are not those shots?" exclaimed Carmen, excitedly, as from a distance were heard, at this moment, several dull reports of cannon.
"What kind of a voice is it?" she asked, laughing rather shrilly. "Not a woman's, I hope?" "I guess it's that angel's I was telling you about." Nick smiled. Carmen motioned the Chinese butler to fill her guest's glass, which he had hardly touched. "Don't let's talk any more of angels," she said. "Let's talk of me, and you. Nick, do you know what to-night is? A year since I was free.
Yes, my countrymen and my countrywomen, our noble minded young men, brought up in more ease and plenty than half the officers of a British man of war, are violently stripped, and tied fast and immoveable by a rope, to a cannon, or to the iron railing of what is called the gang-way, and when he is so fixed as to stretch the skin and muscles to the utmost, he is whipped by a long, heavy and hard knotted whip, four times more formidable and heavy than the whip allowed to be used by the carters, truck, or carmen, on their horses.
He understood perfectly, and expressed both his understanding and his gratitude by bending over and kissing the little hand that lay in his. When he had gone, Carmen sat a long time by the fire reflecting. It would be sweet to humiliate the Delancy and Schuyler Blunt set, as Henderson could. But what would she gain by that?
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