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But Emanuela, with that indescribable charm of manner which had so fascinated Euchar and Ludwig in the Park, came into the circle curtseying, and said in a gentle voice that she was going to exhibit a little piece of skilfulness, which would not have much to recommend it except its being a little out of the common.
"I don't know, friend Ludwig," said Euchar, laughing, "how it is that you have come, all of a sudden, to adopt this wretched, mechanical theory which is as old as the hills, and out of date long ago disfiguring and distorting Goethe's beautiful notion of the red thread which runs all through our lives in which, when we think about it in our more lucid moments, we recognize that higher Power which works above, and in us."
On the next evening when the company were assembled again chez Madame la Présidente, she told them with much regret that Baron Euchar had written to say that he was unexpectedly obliged to start immediately on a journey, and must postpone the continuation of his story till he came back. Ludwig happened to be passing at the time, and naturally he had a look at the arrivals through his eye-glass.
Euchar said, modestly, that he was anything but a good story-teller, and that the tale which he thought of telling was of a very serious, perhaps even terrible description, and might be anything but enjoyable by the company. But four very young ladies immediately cried out, with one voice "Oh! something terrible, please! I do so love to be terrified!"
"Well, don't get so excited about it, my dear, enthusiastic friend," said Euchar quietly. "You will probably say that I have no tangible reason for distrusting the beautiful Mignon. And I am greatly distressed to lose it, because it is a souvenir of a period of my life which was full of intense interest and importance."
A tumble over a root as a portion of the system of the universe Mignon and the gypsy from Lorca, in connection with General Palafox A Paradise opened at Countess Walther Puck's. "No!" said Ludwig to his friend Euchar, "no!
The other guests had all risen, and the host presented "Donna Emanuela Marchez, our friend Euchar's bride. Ron Rafaele Marchez." "Yes," said Euchar, with the bliss of the happiness which he had achieved radiating from his eyes, and glowing in brilliant roses on his cheeks, "I have only now to tell you that he whom I spoke of to you as Edgar was none other than myself."
Euchar, distressed by her presence, was depressed and put out, contrary to his usual wont. Victorine so managed matters as to be able to approach him, and suddenly seizing his hand, drew him aside, saying gravely and calmly "You know my husband's pet theory of the mutual interdependence of things?
He said to himself, "I really am one of the luckiest fellows in the world; but all the same, this sort of thing rather bores a man." When she had ended her dance Emanuela took the guitar and began singing Spanish ballads of cheerful, happy character. Ludwig begged her to sing that splendid thing which had so greatly delighted Euchar. She at once began "Laurel immortal al gran Palafox," etc.
That which was to have been the source of my indescribable bliss constitutes my misery. Come to me as speedily as you can, and give me some comfort, if such a thing be possible." Euchar found him stretched on his sofa, with his head bound up, pale and worn from sleeplessness. "Is it you?" he cried, in a feeble voice, stretching an arm towards him: "is it you, my noble friend?
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