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Nathalie begged her uncle's pardon, and even offered not to receive the captain's visit; but this he forbore to require secretly resolving not to allow these visits to become too frequent. But how frail are all human resolutions overturned by the merest trifle! In this case, the game of backgammon was the unconscious cause of Nathalie's becoming Mme. d'Apremont.
We, Philippe Chabot, Baron d'Apremont, Knight of the Ordre du Roi, his Governor and Lieutenant-general of Burgundy, Admiral of France and of Brittany,
After three-quarters of an hour, the messenger arrived, covered with dust. "Well," exclaimed Nathalie, "speak! Tell me everything that you have seen!" "Madame, I followed M. d'Apremont, at a distance, as far as the Rue Vieille du Temple, where he entered a small house, in an alley. There was no servant to let him in." "An alley! No servant! Dreadful!"
The little man in black kept dealing solitaire. The commandant read the letter to himself and laughed, and then he read it aloud: "To Monsieur the COUNT D'APREMONT, Commandant at Biskra. "MONSIEUR: Since last I saw you strange things have happened. I have turned Christian, and I have married. I wonder at which of these statements you will laugh most. "May I bring my wife to your house?
Nathalie raised her eyes, expecting to see a great sailor, with a wooden leg and a bandage over one eye; when to her great surprise, she beheld a man of about thirty, tall and finely formed, with two sound legs and two good eyes. Armand d'Apremont had entered the navy at a very early age, and had arrived, although very young, to the dignity of a captain.
"M. d'Apremont goes out every evening." "Yes, madame." "To-morrow, you will follow him; observe where he goes, and come and tell me privately. Do you understand?" "Yes, madame." Nathalie waited impatiently for the next day, and for the hour of her husband's departure. At last, the time came the pursuit is going on Nathalie counted the moments.
Three of my best hounds has he slain. For a whole week have I tracked him through the Dormoir, and now that we have him safe in his lair in the Gorges d'Apremont the King does not hunt! He has the devil on his side, I say!" "Way! Way for Monsieur le Vidame's horse!" called out a strident voice, and a groom came up, leading a big white horse ready saddled.
Her uncle scolded. Nathalie gave up in despair. "It was only for your own amusement that I wished to teach it to you," said the good M. d'Ablaincourt. Things were at this crisis when, at a ball one evening, Nathalie was introduced to a M. d'Apremont, a captain in the navy.
He invented names and gave a historical setting to many a picturesque and romantic site which might not have been known at all had it not been for his enthusiasm. After the vogue of Denecourt all the world followed in his footsteps until the Parisian knew as well the Longue Rocher, the Gorges d'Apremont and the Gorge de Franchard as he did the Rue de la Paix or the Champs Elysées.
He soon came again, and, thanks to the backgammon, increased in favor with the uncle. He soon captivated the heart of the pretty widow, also. One morning, Nathalie came blushing to her uncle. "The captain has asked me to marry him. What do you advise me to do?" He reflected for a few moments. "If she refuses him, D'Apremont will come here no longer, and then no more backgammon.
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