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Andre-Louis laughed outright. "Do you know, Isaac, that I never meet you but you seek to thrust me into politics?" "Because you have a gift for politics. You were born for politics." "Ah, yes Scaramouche in real life. I've played it on the stage. Let that suffice. Tell me, Isaac, what news of my old friend, La Tour d'Azyr?" "He is here in Versailles, damn him a thorn in the flesh of the Assembly.
Thus Andre-Louis to himself in his self-contempt. And whilst he trifled away his time and played Scaramouche, and centred all his hopes in presently becoming the rival of such men as Chenier and Mercier, M. de La Tour d'Azyr went his proud ways unchallenged and wrought his will. It was idle to tell himself that the seed he had sown was bearing fruit.
I have found you many things in the course of our acquaintance. To-night you are the one thing I never expected to find you: an honest man." M. de La Tour d'Azyr quivered. But he attempted no reply. "Because of that, monsieur, I am disposed to be clement. It is probably a foolishness. But you have surprised me into it.
I shall appeal to him for justice." "Against M. de La Tour d'Azyr?" Andre-Louis raised his eyebrows. "Why not?" "My dear ingenuous Philippe, dog doesn't eat dog." "You are unjust to your godfather. He is a humane man." "Oh, as humane as you please. But this isn't a question of humanity. It's a question of game-laws." M. de Vilmorin tossed his long arms to Heaven in disgust.
"Offended?" said he, and his voice was anxious. "But yes. You know what she is. You know the ideals she has formed. It wounds her that at such a time whilst you are here for the purpose of wooing her you should at the same time be pursuing this affair with that chit of a Binet girl." "How do you know?" asked La Tour d'Azyr. "She has confided in her aunt.
What has he ever done to you that you should nurse so bitter a hatred of him?" "You shall hear, madame. Once, two years ago in this very room I told you of a man who had brutally killed my dearest friend and debauched the girl I was to have married. M. de La Tour d'Azyr is that man." A moan was her only answer. She covered her face with her hands. The Marquis rose slowly to his feet again.
"Oh, the poor boy the poor, misguided boy." In the mind of neither, you see, was there any doubt of what must be the issue. The calm confidence in which La Tour d'Azyr had spoken compelled itself to be shared. He was no vainglorious boaster, and they knew of what a force as a swordsman he was generally accounted. "What does humiliation matter? A life is at issue Andre's life." "I know.
"It is for liars only who are first cousin to thieves that there is no hope. It is in falsehood only that there is real loss of honour." "You are defending that satyr, I think," he said frostily. "I desire to be just." "Justice may seem to you a different matter when at last you shall have resolved yourself to become Marquise de La Tour d'Azyr." He spoke bitterly.
"M. de La Tour d'Azyr," he said, "I trust that you'll agree that this disclosure, which can hardly be more distasteful and horrible to you than it is to me, alters nothing, since it effaces nothing of all that lies between us. Or, if it alters anything, it is merely to add something to that score. And yet... Oh, but what can it avail to talk!
La Tour d'Azyr had quitted the front of the box to meet those who came to join him.
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