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"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."
The reader can easily realize how much I suffered during that long torture, for I could expect nothing but the total wreck of my happiness. As soon as the terrible M. d'Antoine had taken leave of her, Henriette came to me, and observing that her eyes were red I heaved a deep sigh, but she tried to smile. "Shall we go away to-morrow, dearest?" "Oh! yes, I am ready.
The reader can easily realize how much I suffered during that long torture, for I could expect nothing but the total wreck of my happiness. As soon as the terrible M. d'Antoine had taken leave of her, Henriette came to me, and observing that her eyes were red I heaved a deep sigh, but she tried to smile. "Shall we go away to-morrow, dearest?" "Oh! yes, I am ready.
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 engaged her, and told her to keep herself ready to start whenever M. Dubois should give her notice. The day before the one fixed for our departure, M. d'Antoine dined with us, and, before taking leave of us, he gave Henriette a sealed letter for Geneva.
I am compelled to receive M. d'Antoine, who represents himself as being one of my relatives." "Ah!" I exclaimed, "this is the beginning of the end! What a dreadful thought! I am near the end of a felicity which was too great to last! Wretch that I have been! Why did I tarry so long in Parma? What fatal blindness!
I dressed myself at once in order to be in good time, and meanwhile we both endeavoured, Henriette and I, to keep a cheerful countenance, but we could not silence our sad forebodings. I was exact to my appointment and found M. d'Antoine waiting for me. As soon as we were together, he said to me,
"You are my best, my only friend; I demand nothing, I impose no task upon you, but can you refuse me?" "No, never, no matter what you ask. Dispose of me, I am yours in life and death." "I knew what you would answer. M. d'Antoine knows all my history; he knows in what I have done wrong, in what I have been right; as a man of honour, as my relative, he must shelter me from all affront.
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
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