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Gerfaut was saying to himself, at nearly the same moment: "To-morrow I will have a talk with her." Thus, by a strange sympathy, their hearts seemed to understand each other in spite of their separation. But what was an irresistible attraction in Clemence was only a determination resulting from almost a mathematical calculation on her lover's part.
After a few moments' reflection, he raised his head and looked first at Gerfaut, then at Bergenheim, with a peculiar smile. "It would be very original," said he, in a low voice as if replying to his own thoughts. "The story!" exclaimed one of the party, more impatient than the rest. "Here it is," replied the artist. "You all know, gentlemen, how difficult it always is to choose a title.
As he said these words, he took his stiletto and a pair of pistols from the mantel and put them in his pocket, after examining the edge of the one and the caps of the others. "Adieu!" said Gerfaut. "Adieu!" said the artist, whose extreme agitation contrasted strongly with his friend's calm. "Rest easy!
A moment later, she had disappeared behind a mass of trees without the other men noticing her. "Take care that you do not slip," said the artist, "the ground is wet." This warning brought misfortune to Gerfaut, who in jumping caught his foot in the root of a tree and fell. "Are you hurt?" asked Bergenheim. Octave arose and tried to walk, but was obliged to lean upon his gun.
Clemence, with a gloomy, sombre air fulfilled the duties that politeness imposed upon her as mistress of the house. Her conduct did not change during the rest of the evening, and Gerfaut no longer tried by a single glance to soften the severity she seemed determined to adopt toward him.
"Marillac!" exclaimed Gerfaut, as the artist was about to leave the room. The artist turned, and meekly retraced his steps. "You will be so good as to do me the favor of returning to your room," said Gerfaut. "You may work or you may sleep, just as you like; between us, you would do well to sleep. I wish to be alone." "You say that as if you meditated an attempt upon your illustrious person.
After playing the first measures of the romance from Saul, she resumed the motive with more precision, and when she had finished the ritornello she began to sing, in a soft, veiled voice, "Assisa al pie d'un salice " Gerfaut had heard her sing this several times, in society, but never with this depth of expression. She sang before strangers with her lips; now it all came from her heart.
I have a cataclysm of charlotte-russe in my stomach. Just listen: 'A cette complaisance! Marillac leaned toward his friend and roared in his ear the note supposed to be the "G" in question. "Like an ophicleide," said Gerfaut, who could not help laughing at the importance the artist attached to his display of talent. "In that case I shall risk my great run at the end of the first solo.
He walked in this direction, with his gun over his shoulder, until he reached the foot of the steps which descended into the grotto. Christian crouched behind some bushes to wait for Lambernier, who must pass this way, and it was at this moment that Gerfaut, who was forty feet below him, saw him without suspecting the reason for his attitude.
Gerfaut was seated a few steps from him, at a table, writing; he seemed prepared to sit up all night, and to fulfill, with the devotion of a friend, the duties of a nurse. Octave arose at sight of the Baron, his face having resumed its habitual reserved expression. The two men greeted each other with equal composure. "Is he sleeping?" asked Christian.
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