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Updated: June 18, 2025
Clothed in a dress of mourning, tattered in several places, the Baroness de Fermont, with her hand supporting her head, leaned against the wretched bed of her child, and regarded her with inexpressible anguish. Claire was only sixteen; her complexion had lost its dazzling purity; her beautiful dark eyelashes reached to her hollow cheeks.
"Listen again: before that a man had confided to me a hundred thousand crowns. I set a trap for him. I blew his brains out. I proved that he committed suicide, and I denied the deposit which his sister the Baroness de Fermont reclaimed. Now my life is at your mercy open." "Jacques, I adore you!" said the Creole, with warmth.
"At least she could inform her friends." "Doubtless. Have you heard nothing more concerning the fate of Madame de Fermont and her daughter?" "Nothing," said Saint Remy, sighing. "My constant researches have no success.
"This man assassinated the brother of Madame de Fermont, and made her believe that this unfortunate man had committed suicide, after having dissipated her fortune." "This is horrible; it can hardly be credited; and yet I have had my doubts about this notary, for Renneville was honor itself. And this money "
"Help! help!" cried Madame de Fermont, who felt the door giving way under the violent push of the lame man. Intimidated by the cries, the man stepped backward and shook his fist at Madame de Fermont, saying, "You shall pay me for this; I will return to-night I'll catch hold of your tongue, and you cannot cry."
Miss de Fermont wearing the linen cap furnished by the hospital, leaned her head in a languishing manner on the bolster of her bed; through the ravages of sickness could be traced, on this ingenuous and sweet face, the remains of distinguished beauty.
He then dictated a letter, which promised very favourably for the discounting of the bill; but the answer was a fresh refusal. I said, "General, M. de Fermont does not attend to you any more than to myself."
The fruitlessness of his attempts to discover traces of Madame de Fermont, the ignominious conduct of his son, who had preferred an infamous life to death, crushed him to the ground with sorrow. "Well!" said Dr. Griffon to the count with a triumphant air, "what do you think of my hospital?"
"You are ignorant, perhaps, Clotilde," said the count, "that for a long time past I have lived at Angers?" "No I knew it." "Notwithstanding the isolated state I sought, I had chosen this city, because one of my relations dwelt there, M. de Fermont, who, during my troubles, acted as a brother toward me, having acted as a second in a duel."
"Yes, a terrible duel; my father told me of it," said Madame de Lucenay, sadly; "but happily, Florestan is ignorant of this duel, and also of the cause that led to it." "I was willing to let him respect his mother," answered the count, and, suppressing a sigh, he continued, and related to Madame de Lucenay the history of Madame de Fermont up to the time of her leaving Angers for Paris.
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