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Irene de Chateaudun had uttered that cry of alarm Take care, my dear! she had exclaimed with that accent of fright that it is impossible to disguise in that tone that will be natural in spite of all the reserve that circumstances would impose, Take care, my dear!
And what intentions could I have had at that moment? I cannot say. I was attracted by the loveliness of Mlle. Chateaudun; chance gave the opportunity for studying her charms, the fair unknown improved on acquaintance. Hers was the exquisite grace of face and feature and winningness of manner which attracts, retains and is never to be forgotten.
Beyond the Loir not the Loire S.S.W. of Chartres, is the Pays Dunois, that is the district of Chateaudun, a little town protected on the north and the west by the Loir and the Conie, and by the hills between which those rivers flow, but open to any attack on the east, from which direction, indeed, the Germans naturally approached it.
A fat gentleman, buried in an easy-chair, drowsily retailed the news of the day. I was not listening to him; I was thinking of Louise's little white couch, from which I had once lifted the snowy curtain; with that sorrowful intensity, those poignant regrets which torture rejected lovers. Suddenly a familiar name struck my ear the name of Irene de Chateaudun.
Madame, I assure you that this man suffers everything that it is possible to suffer here below. I watch his despair; it terrifies me. Wounded love and pride do not alone prey upon him; he is aware that Mademoiselle de Chateaudun may believe him guilty of serious errors; he demands to be allowed to justify himself in her eyes; he is exasperated by the consciousness of his unrecognised innocence.
When I left M. de Monbert he was gloomy and irritated. Let Mademoiselle Chateaudun take care! Accept the expression of my respectful homage. Paris, Aug. 5th 18 . All of your letters have reached me at once. I received two yesterday and one this morning, the latter being written first and dated at Berne. Ah! if it had reached me in due time, what distress I would have been spared!
At the name of Roger I became all attention; the square man continued: "But you, my dear Edgar, were brought up with him, were you not?" "Yes," said the poet. "Have you seen him since his return?" "Not yet, but I hear from him constantly; I had a letter yesterday." "They say he is engaged to the beautiful heiress, Irene de Chateaudun, and will be married very soon."
November 28. Noel Parfait came to ask my help for Chateaudun. Certainly; with all my heart! Les Chatiments was recited gratis at the Opera. An immense crowd. A gilt wreath was thrown on the stage. I gave it to Georges and Jeanne. The collection made in Prussian helmets by the actresses produced 1,521 francs 35 centimes in coppers.
I speak on the best authority my laundress; for she attends the succursale in the Rue de Chateaudun; and if the poor woman, being, luckily for me, a childless widow, gets a morsel she can spare, she sells it to me." "Sells it!" feebly exclaimed Lemercier. "Croesus! you have money then, and can buy?" "Sells it on credit! I am to pension her for life if I live to have money again.
"You must know, my dear Roger," said the Duchess, feigning commiseration, "that my young cousin, Mlle. de Chateaudun, is pitiably unhappy, and you and I can weep over her lot in chorus with orchestral accompaniment; poor child! she is the richest heiress in Paris."
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