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On leaving his creditor, who, satisfied with the engagement made by the Count de Saint Remy, had granted the delay asked, and agreed to come to Rue Chaillot at ten o'clock, Florestan was come to thank Madame de Lucenay for the new service she had rendered; but, not having met the duchess in the morning, he came in great spirits, certain to find her at the hour she habitually reserved for him.
"I assure your lordship," began the man. "Enough! I have spoken; you know what to expect." During this brief colloquy, Mascarin studied the Count with the deepest attention. The Count Octave de Mussidan in no way resembled the man sketched by Florestan. Since the time of Montaigne, a servant's portrait of his employer should always be distrusted.
"Oh, not at all!" "As I have told you already, I am so quick. I act first and think afterwards, though sometimes I don't think at all.... What is your name, Mr. Officer? May I ask you?" she added going up to him and folding her arms. "My name is Kuzma Vassilyevitch Yergunov." "Yergu.... Oh, it's not a nice name! I mean it's difficult for me. I shall call you Mr. Florestan. At Riga we had a Mr.
That is the whole of Mozart's finale, popping champagne corks, ringing glasses, Leporello's voice between, the grasping, torturing demons, the fleeing Don Juan and then the end, that beautifully soothes and closes all. Florestan concluded by saying that he had never experienced feelings similar to those awakened by the finale.
The duchess was seated, and had not stirred; but her actions, the glance of her eye, revealed a contempt at once so calm and so withering, that Florestan stopped short. He could not say a word, or make a step in advance. Never had Madame de Lucenay conducted herself thus toward him. He could not believe it to be the same woman whom he had always found so tender and affectionate.
"I was not deceived," thought Florestan. "Clotilde has waited for me, and has gone away." "Will my lord have the goodness to grant me two minutes?" said Boyer. "Speak, but make haste." "Mr.
You must admit that many lions of society would have shrunk from the public recognition of a fellow as shabbily dressed as your humble servant. Florestan was so delighted to see me, however, that he paid no heed to my clothes. As for me, I was very happy and almost ashamed of this proof of friendship; for we presented such a contrast that everybody stared at us.
"I thank you," said Florestan, dryly: "I cannot accompany you." "Then, good-bye. Have you had a dispute with my wife? See, she is getting into the carriage without speaking to you!" "Cousin!" said Conrad, waiting through deference for the duke. "Get in, get in," cried he: and stopping for a moment in the porch, he admired the viscount's equipage. "Are these your sorrels, Saint Remy?" "Yes."
Oh, what a day!" said Florestan, as he was going upstairs to meet his father, whom he found in the saloon where the morning's interview had taken place. "A thousand pardons, father, for not being here when you arrived; but I " "The man who holds this forged draft is here?" "Yes, father, below." "Send for him to come up." Florestan rang the bell; Boyer answered. "Tell M. Petit Jean to come here."
Here is the translation, as correct as may be, of the letter: "My precious, unforgettable and incomparable Florestan! Mr. Lieutenant Yergenhof! "How often I felt impelled to write to you! And I have always unfortunately put it off, though the thought that you may regard me as having had a hand in that awful crime has always been the most appalling thought to me! Oh, dear Mr. Lieutenant!
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