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The matter, however, was not left in my hands; no, nor in those of Gustave de Berensac, who called out hastily to the driver, "Ready! Go on, go on!" The duchess called "Wait!" and then she turned to Marie Delhasse and said in calm cold tones: "You ask where your mother is. Well, then, where is the necklace?"
Yet at the same time I was wondering who Mlle. Delhasse might chance to be: the name seemed familiar to me, and yet for the moment I could not trace it. And then I slapped my thigh in the impulse of my discovery. "By Jove, Marie Delhasse the singer!" cried I, in English. "Sir, sir, for Heaven's sake be quiet!" whispered Suzanne. "You are perfectly right," said I, with a nod of approbation.
I could not make her out, but her languid indifference appeared more assumed than real. With another upward glance, she said: "My name is Marie Delhasse." "It is a well-known name," said I with a bow. "You have heard of me?" "Yes." "What?" she asked quickly, wheeling half-round and facing me. "That you are a great singer," I answered simply. "Ah, I'm not all voice! What about me?
"It is just as I thought," said I to myself complacently. Marie Delhasse for beyond doubt it was she walked slowly across the room and sat down by her mother. I took a table nearer the door; the waiter appeared, and I ordered a light supper. Marie poured out a glass of wine from a bottle on the table; apparently they had been supping. They began to converse together in low tones.
"Yes; she is at home. But Mlle. Delhasse?" But the old woman would not be hurried. She asked again: "What concern have you, sir, with Marie Delhasse?" I looked her in the face as I answered plainly: "To save her from the Duke of Saint-Maclou." "And from her own mother, sir?" "Yes, above all from her own mother."
But what I did know was that I believed not a jot of the insinuation he was conveying to me, and had not a doubt of the truth, and sincerity of Marie Delhasse. "The best of us do that sometimes," I answered. "And when one has begun, it is best to go through." "As you please. Have you ever practiced with your left hand?" "No," said I. "Then," said he, "you've not long to live."
Presently, after half an hour's walk, I found myself opposite the church, and thus nearly back at the hotel: and in front of the church stood Marie Delhasse, looking at the façade. Raising my hat I went up to her, her friendliness of the evening before encouraging me. "I hope you are going to stay to-day?" said I. "I don't know." Then she smiled, but not mirthfully.
Certainly the duchess did not look very alarmed. But in regard to what she said, the old lady was bound to have a word. "What is Mr. Aycon to you, my child?" said she solemnly. "He is nothing nothing at all to you, my child." "Well, I want him to be less than nothing to Mlle. Delhasse," said the duchess, with a pout for her protector and a glance for me. "Mlle.
And left in the nick of time; for at the very moment when I, hugging the lump in my coat which marked the position of the Cardinal's Necklace, reached the foot of the stairs Mme. Delhasse appeared on her way up. "Oh, you old viper!" I murmured thoughtlessly, in English. "Pardon, monsieur?" said Mme. Delhasse.
Curiously I had something of the feeling myself. "There is one thing, sir," said he. "The stable-boy told me. The message for Mlle. Delhasse was brought from a carriage which waited at the bottom of the hill, out of sight of the town. And well, sir, the servants wore no livery; but the boy declares that the horses were those of the Duke of Saint-Maclou." I muttered angrily to myself.
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