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I watched him narrowly as he sipped the wine. The flush was still mounting in his face; the light was still brightening in his eyes. He set down his glass again, with a jovial smack of his lips and went on: "Persons present in the vaulted chamber: Cunegonda and Damoride. Cunegonda speaks. Her life stands between me and the joy of my heart. The Lady Angelica must die and by your hand."
"I called her Cunegonda," he repeated. "And I called the other " He stopped once more. "And you called the other Damoride," I said. Ariel looked up at him with a broad stare of bewilderment. She pulled impatiently at the sleeve of his jacket to attract his notice. "Is this the story, Master?" she asked.
Damoride looks at the paper, and sinks again at her mistress's feet in a paroxysm of horror and despair. Cunegonda is in possession of a shameful secret in the maid's past life. Cunegonda can say to her, 'Choose your alternative.
Her only resource is to raise difficulties; she tries to show that there are obstacles between her and the crime. 'Madam! madam! she cries; 'how can I do it, when the nurse is there to see me? Cunegonda answers, 'Sometimes the nurse sleeps; sometimes the nurse is away. Damoride still persists. 'Madam! madam! the door is kept locked, and the nurse has got the key." The key!
Madam, I dare not do it! Cunegonda answers, 'You run no risk: I have my plan for diverting discovery from myself, and my plan for diverting discovery from you. Damoride repeats, 'I cannot do it! I dare not do it! Cunegonda's eyes flash lightnings of rage. She takes from its place of concealment in her bosom "
He answered without looking at her, his changeless eyes still fixed, as it seemed, on something far away. "This is the story," he said, absently. "But why Cunegonda? why Damoride? Why not Mistress and Maid? It's easier to remember Mistress and Maid " He hesitated; he shivered as he tried to raise himself in his chair. Then he seemed to rally "What did the Maid say to the Mistress?" he muttered.
I managed to answer him, however, without showing any change in my manner. "You left off," I said, "where Damoride was speaking to Cunegonda " "Yes, yes!" he interposed. "And what did she say?" "She said, 'The door is kept locked, and the nurse has got the key." He instantly leaned forward in his chair. "No!" he answered, vehemently. "You're wrong. 'Key? Nonsense! I never said 'Key."
"What name did I give the other woman?" he asked, not putting the question to me, or to either of my companions: asking it of himself, or asking it of the empty air. "You called the other woman Cunegonda," I said. At the sound of my voice his eyes turned slowly turned on me, and yet failed to look at me.
But the question was would he do it? He did it! Not in a new way; not in a convincing way; not without a painfully evident effort. Still, well done or ill done, he found a motive for the maid. "Cunegonda," he resumed, "takes from its place of concealment in her bosom a written paper, and unfolds it. 'Look at this, she says.
"I am 'happy Ariel! What are you?" Miserrimus Dexter laughed uproariously. "Didn't I tell you?" he said. "Isn't she fun? Persons of the Drama." he resumed: "three in number. Women only. Angelica, a noble lady; noble alike in spirit and in birth. Cunegonda, a beautiful devil in woman's form. Damoride, her unfortunate maid. First scene: a dark vaulted chamber in a castle. Time, evening.
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