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I am very curious to know what happened to you after your flight from The Leads, and after the proofs you have given me of your discretion I think I shall be able to tell you how we came to meet at Cesena, and how I returned to my country. The first part is a secret for everyone; only M. d'Antoine is acquainted with a portion of the story.
Dubois informed us that the gentleman was the intimate friend of the Infante Don Louis, and that, believing he knew madam, he had begged to be introduced. Dubois had answered that her name was D'Arci, and that, if he was known to the lady, he required no introduction. M. d'Antoine said that the name of D'Arci was unknown to him, and that he was afraid of making a mistake.
"As we are unfortunately compelled to come back, we may as well take with us Caudagna and his sister." "As you please." "Let me arrange everything. I will order a carriage for them, and they will take charge of your violoncello. Do you not think that you ought to let M. d'Antoine know where we are going?"
Their interview was as long as the first, and our separation was decided. She informed me of it, immediately after the departure of M. d'Antoine, and for a long time we remained folded in each other's arms, silent, and blending our bitter tears. "When shall I have to part from you, my beloved, alas! too much beloved one?"
I Engage a Box at the Opera, in Spite of Henriette's Reluctance M. Dubois Pays Us a Visit and Dines with Us; My Darling Plays Him a Trick Henriette Argues on Happiness We Call on Dubois, and My Wife Displays Her Marvellous Talent M. Dutillot The Court gives a Splendid Entertainment in the Ducal Gardens A Fatal Meeting I Have an Interview with M. D'Antoine, the Favourite of the Infante of Spain
"In that state of doubt," added Dubois, "and wishing to clear it, he introduced himself, but now he must see that he was mistaken." After supper, Henriette appeared anxious. I asked her whether she had only pretended not to know M. d'Antoine. "No, dearest, I can assure you. I know his name which belongs to an illustrious family of Provence, but I have never seen him before."
"I think I must see him," I said, "but where?" "Neither here nor at his residence, but in the ducal gardens. Your answer must name only the place and the hour of the meeting." I wrote to M. d'Antoine that I would see him at half-past eleven in the ducal gardens, only requesting him to appoint another hour in case mine was not convenient to him.
The next day, when M. d'Antoine called, I followed exactly the instructions she had given me, and for six mortal hours I remained alone, pretending to write. The door of my room was open, and a large looking-glass allowed us to see each other. They spent those six hours in writing, occasionally stopping to talk of I do not know what, but their conversation was evidently a decisive one.
Surprised at seeing me, he paid me a long compliment, trying to make me speak, but I eluded his curiosity by telling him that I was tired, and that we would see each other again. On the following day I called upon M. d'Antoine, and delivered the letter which Henriette had written to him.
Henriette Receives the Visit of M. d'Antoine I Accompany Her as Far as Geneva and Then I Lose Her I Cross the St. Bernard, and Return to Parma A Letter from Hensiette My Despair De La Haye Becomes Attached to Me Unpleasant Adventure with an Actress and Its Consequences I Turn a Thorough Bigot Bavois I Mystify a Bragging Officer.
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