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The same respectful eagerness was manifested in the saloon of the valets when Florestan entered there; in a moment, one of them preceded him, to announce him to Madame de Lucenay. Never had Florestan been more conceited; never did he feel more easy, more sure of himself, more irresistible.
Eusebius soon bade us good-night. I remained a short time with Master Raro. Florestan, who had been for some time without a habitation, hurried to my house through the moonlit streets. 'Chopin's variations, he began, as if in a dream, 'are constantly running through my head; the whole is so dramatic and Chopin-like; the introduction is so concentrated.
I stammered out an apology for my intrusion, but told him how irresistible were such subtile threads as Schumann's "Carnival" had projected through the walls which separated our rooms. "Florestan," I said, "was too much for me."
Decide; either I die covered with shame, or thanks to you, I will live to repair my faults. These are not the threats and words of a young man, my father. I am now twenty-five; I bear your name; I have courage enough either to kill myself, or to become a soldier, for I will not go to the galleys." The count arose. "I will not have my name dishonored," said he coldly to Florestan.
All at once Emilie was silent and humming through her teeth, as her habit was, went back to the looking glass. "Can you sing, Mr. Florestan?" "No, I have never been taught." "Do you play on the guitar? Not that either? I can. I have a guitar set with perlenmutter but the strings are broken. I must buy some new ones. You will give me the money, won't you, Mr. Officer?
And then, if they enter here, they will prevent me from finishing. Adieu." The footsteps of several persons were heard in the adjoining apartment. Florestan pointed the pistol to his heart. It was discharged at the moment when the count, to escape this horrible scene had turned away, and rushed out of the room, the curtains closing after him.
"Damnation!" cried he. "If this little fool should die now, all our work will have to be recommenced." He thrust aside his chair, and paced hurriedly up and down the room. "Florestan is right," said he; "this illness of the girl comes on at the date of the rupture of the engagement. There is some secret that we must learn, for we dare not work in the dark."
"Pardon me, cousin," said the youth; and he pressed his lips on the charming hand she presented him. "What are you going to do this evening, Conrad?" demanded the duchess, without taking the least notice of Florestan. "Nothing, cousin; when I leave here, I am going to my club."
"My father!" cried Florestan, retreating in alarm; and he endeavored to recall to mind the features so long forgotten. Erect, formidable, his looks irritated, his face purple with rage, his white hair thrown back, his arms crossed on his breast, the count, over-awed, confounded his son, who, with his head down, dared not to raise his eyes upon him.
"A woman who loved a poor man like you for a whole year, does not yield to an old rascal like Porquin in one day. I tell you he lies!" And to Louis' great astonishment, Saint-Herem called aloud, "Hi, there! de la Miraudière!" "Florestan! what are you doing?" remonstrated Louis, as the usurer appeared.
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