Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
Here I send you a little set of rhymes; my picture of Blondel and this old story brought them into my mind. They are gazes, as the drunk painter says in "Gerfaut;" they are veiled, a mystery. I know she's not in a castle or a tower or a cloistered cell anywhere; she is in Park Lane. Don't I read it in the "Morning Post?" But I can't, I won't, go and sing at the area- gate, you know.
"The story! the story!" exclaimed several, who were amused by the incoherent chattering of the artist. "Here it is," said the latter, sitting upright in his char, and paying no heed to his friend's warnings. "The scene takes place in a little court in Germany Eh!" said he, looking at Gerfaut and maliciously winking his eye "do you not think that is glossed over?"
"I dote on silken ladders as long as Jacob's, on citadels worth scaling; on moonlight evenings, bearded husbands, and all that sort of thing I would love a bed composed of five hundred poniards; you understand me, poet " "I beg of you, do not make him drink any more," said Gerfaut to the notary. "You are right not to wish to drink any more, Octave, I was about to advise you not to.
He started off at a trot; Gerfaut followed his example, stifling a sigh as he darted a last glance toward the chateau. They soon rejoined the cart which carried several of the hunters, and which Monsieur de Camier drove with the assurance of a professional coachman. There was a moment's silence, broken only by the trot of the horses and the sound of the wheels upon the level ground.
Marillac bowed, partly consoled by this compliment, but thinking to himself that a hostess's first duty was to have her piano in tune, and not to expose a bass singer to the danger of imperilling his low "E" before an audience of forty. "Madame, can I be of any more service to you?" asked Gerfaut, as he leaned toward Madame de Bergenheim, with one of his coldest smiles.
Gerfaut experienced a feeling of melancholy as he noticed how this fresh, innocent rose brightened up at each word he uttered, and he thought: "She would love me as I want to be loved, with all her heart, mind, and soul. She would kneel before my love as before an altar, while this coquette "
When he reached his room, Bergenheim opened the paper which Gerfaut had just given him and compared it with the letter he had received from Lambernier. The suspicions which a separate examination had aroused were confirmed upon comparing the two letters; no doubt was possible; the letter and the poetry were written by the same hand!
This sample of sacred music was the final number of the concert; after that, they began dancing, and Gerfaut invited Aline. Whether because he wished to struggle against his ill-humor, or from kindness of heart because he understood her emotion, he began to talk with the young girl, who was still blushing at her success.
The latter looked at it attentively, then carefully folded it and put it in his pocket. "I thank you, Monsieur," said he, "I will leave you to your friendly duties." There was something so solemn in the calm accent of these words, and the polite bow which accompanied them, that Gerfaut felt chilled, though not alarmed, for he did not understand.
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.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking