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"No, I didn't meet him, I am happy to say," Newman answered, after a pause. "They are in the country," Mrs. Tristram went on; "at what is the name of the place? Fleurieres. They returned there at the time you left Paris and have been spending the year in extreme seclusion. The little marquise must enjoy it; I expect to hear that she has eloped with her daughter's music-master!"
Why did she go to Fleurieres? What day is this? What day was yesterday? Ah, then I shan't see her," said Valentin, sadly. "Fleurieres is too far!" And then he closed his eyes again. Newman sat silent, summoning pious invention to his aid, but he was relieved at finding that Valentin was apparently too weak to reason or to be curious. Bellegarde, however, presently went on.
He reflected that Valentin's friendship was older than Urbain's enmity, and that at a funeral it was easy to escape notice. Madame de Cintre's answer to his letter enabled him to time his arrival at Fleurieres. This answer was very brief; it ran as follows: "I thank you for your letter, and for your being with Valentin. It is a most inexpressible sorrow to me that I was not.
He lapsed again into silence, and Newman sat watching him. "Do you understand?" he began again, presently. "At Fleurieres. You can find out. Mrs. Bread knows. Tell her I begged you to ask her. Then tell them that, and see. It may help you. If not, tell, every one. It will it will" here Valentin's voice sank to the feeblest murmur "it will avenge you!" The words died away in a long, soft groan.
On the third day he sent Madame de Cintre a note, saying that he would call upon her in the afternoon, and in accordance with this he again took his way to Fleurieres. He left his vehicle at the tavern in the village street, and obeyed the simple instructions which were given him for finding the chateau.
Why did she go to Fleurieres to-day? She never told me. What has happened? Ah, she ought to have guessed I was here this way. It is the first time in her life she ever disappointed me. Poor Claire!" "You know we are not man and wife quite yet, your sister and I," said Newman. "She doesn't yet account to me for all her actions." And, after a fashion, he smiled. Valentin looked at him a moment.
"No; don't think that," said Madame de Cintre. "But I am going away." "Where are you going?" "To the country, to Fleurieres; to be alone." "To leave me?" said Newman, slowly. "I can't see you, now," said Madame de Cintre. "NOW why not?" "I am ashamed," said Madame de Cintre, simply. Newman turned toward the marquis.
He did not immediately start for Fleurieres; he was too stunned and wounded for consecutive action. He simply walked; he walked straight before him, following the river, till he got out of the enceinte of Paris. He had a burning, tingling sense of personal outrage.
I sat down near the bed, but it was nearly half an hour before my lady and the count came in. The marquis looked as he did when they left him, and I never said a word about his having been otherwise. Mr. Urbain said that the doctor had been called to a person in child-birth, but that he promised to set out for Fleurieres immediately.
For some time, however, the dying man said nothing more. He only lay and looked at his friend with his kindled, expanded, troubled eye, and Newman began to believe that he had spoken in delirium. But at last he said, "There was something done something done at Fleurieres. It was foul play. My father something happened to him. I don't know; I have been ashamed afraid to know.
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