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Dorsenne and he had barely left the Palais Savorelli when Gorka arrived. The energy with which he repulsed the proposition of an arrangement which would admit of excuses on his part, served prudent Hafner, and the not less prudent Ardea, as a signal for withdrawal.
"It is precisely for that reason that I ask absolute discretion of you," replied Florent, "and for that reason that I have come to ask you to serve me as a second.... There is no one in whom I trust as implicitly as I do in you.... It is the only excuse for my step." "I thank you," said Dorsenne. He hesitated a moment.
He paused and added, thinking it better not to lie on minor points, "Madame Steno and Alba were there, too." "Any one else?" asked Boleslas, with so keen a glance that the author had to employ all his strength to reply: "No one else." There was a silence between the two men. Dorsenne anticipated from his question toward what subject the conversation was drifting.
I accepted, and this is what I got, while he lost two fingers.... That will not happen to us this time at least.... Dorsenne has told you our conditions." "And I replied that I was sure I could not intrust my honor to better hands," replied Florent. "Cease!" replied Montfanon, with a gesture of satisfaction. "No more phrases. It is well.
Dorsenne was the only person who asked himself the question, for the conversation turned at once, Lydia Maitland having touched with her fan the sleeve of Alba, who was two seats from her, to ask her this question with an irony as charming, after the young girl's words, as it was involuntary: "It is silk muslin, is it not?"
Joseph, the original evocation of the heir of the Castagnas continually signing and signing, the coarse explanation of his ruin very true, however everything in the recital had amused Dorsenne. He knew enough Italian to appreciate the untranslatable passages of the language of the man of the people.
She employed so affectionate a grace in that speech, and she was so apparently in one of her moods so rare, alas! of childish joyousness, that Dorsenne, preoccupied as he was, felt his heart contract on her account. The simultaneous absence of Madame Steno and Lincoln Maitland could only be fortuitous.
It was in the morning especially, when there was no one in the restaurant, that he voluntarily left his ovens to chat, and if Dorsenne gave the address of the Marzocco to his cabman, it was in the hope that the old cook would in his manner sketch for him the story of the ruin of Ardea.
It was Alba herself who kindled the last spark of humanity with which that dark conscience was lighted up, and that by the most innocent of conversations. It was the very evening of the afternoon on which she had exchanged that sad adieu with Fanny Hafner. She was more unnerved than usual, and she was conversing with Dorsenne in that corner of the long hall.
I accepted, and this is what I got, while he lost two fingers.... That will not happen to us this time at least.... Dorsenne has told you our conditions." "And I replied that I was sure I could not intrust my honor to better hands," replied Florent. "Cease!" replied Montfanon, with a gesture of satisfaction. "No more phrases. It is well.
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