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To obtain an immediate explanation I bluntly and coarsely asked her if she was in the habit of acting the Salamander in the castle. "I don't understand you," she replied, looking at me with eyes full of innocent surprise. "You speak like M. d'Asterac himself, and I could believe you to be attacked by his mania also, if I had not proved that you do not share the aversion to women that he has.
It's a difficult art. It's harder to dine than to speak like a gentleman." Dinner and Thoughts on Food We found in the dining-room a table laid for three, where M. d'Asterac made us take our places. Criton, who acted as butler, served us with jellies, and thick soup strained a dozen times. But we could not see any joints. As well as we could, my kind tutor and myself tried to hide our surprise.
Neither did I hear her mention the name of M. d'Asterac her lover, which ought to have been nearer to her feelings than yours. But do not be surprised by her forgetting the alchemist. It is not sufficient to possess a woman to impress on her soul a profound and durable mark. Souls are almost impenetrable, a fact showing the cruel emptiness of love.
M. d'Asterac sank on a sofa, and signed to me to take a seat near him, and having twice or thrice passed a hand covered with jewels and amulets across his forehead said: "My son, I do not wish to injure you by believing that, after our conversation on the Isle of Swans, you still doubt of the existence of Sylphs and Salamanders, who are as real as men and perhaps more so, if one measures reality by the duration of the appearances by which it is displayed, their existence being very much longer than ours.
"But, my dear mamma," I replied, "the dolls of M. d'Asterac were not in want of christening, they had no participation in original sin." "I never thought of that," said my mother. "And Cadette Saint-Avit herself did not mention it, although she was the servant of a rector.
We are the toy of the winds. But pass me, if you please, 'The Rudiments of Vossius, the red edges of which I see stand out under your left arm." On this same day, after dinner at three o'clock, M. d'Asterac led us, my teacher and myself, to walk in the park. He conducted us to the west, where Rueil and Mont Valerien are visible. It was the deepest and most desolate part.
Under the black velvet ribbon round her throat a little square of her bosom was visible, brown, but dazzling. She looked on me with an air of curiosity. I have said already how sleep had rendered me amorous. I rose quickly, and stepped forward. "Excuse me," she said, "I am looking for M. d'Asterac." I said to her: "Madam, there is no M. d'Asterac. There is you and I. I expected you.
You can see him on the river bank in his yellow gown. With his eyes open he is horrible." "Ah!" I replied, "his end is due to his crimes. But his death does not give me back the best of masters whom he slew. Tell me again; has nobody seen M. d'Asterac?" At the very moment when I put the question I heard near me one of the moving shadows cry out: "Thereof is falling in!"
Such a sweetness fell slowly down from the sky that it seemed as if milk had been mixed with the sparkling of the stars. M. d'Asterac spoke again: "The Bible, my son, and especially the books of Moses, contains grand and useful verities.
M. d'Asterac went up to him and touched his breast with the ruby he used to wear on his finger. "It is useful," said the great cabalist, "to know the peculiar qualities of precious stones. Rubies soothe resentments, and you'll soon see the Abbe Coignard regain his natural suavity."
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