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This was the man whose stolid face had seemed likely to belong to an honest man, but who now was shown to belong to the opposite class. These men went down the road over which they had come, leaving the carriages there with the ladies and their maids. Girasole now led the way, and Minnie and her sister followed him.
He wondered what reason Girasole might have to injure Ethel. But whatever hope he had that mercy might be shown her was counterbalanced by his own experience of Girasole's cruelty, and his knowledge of his merciless character. Suddenly he was roused by the rifle-shot and the confusion that followed. He saw the party on the mound start to their feet. He heard the shots that succeeded the first one.
"The Hotel Pensior Beau Soleil, Rue Girasole, in the Condamine, Monte Carlo," answered the child, as if she were repeating a lesson she had been taught to rattle off by heart. Lost as he was to most external things, Hugh roused himself to some surprise at the name of the hotel. "Why, that is where Mademoiselle de Lavalette and her mother live!" he exclaimed.
After these came the men, who had thrown down their shovels beside the grave. They all walked on in silence, following Girasole, who led the way to a place beyond the grave, and within view of one of the fires formerly alluded to. The place was about half-way between the grave and the fire. It was a little knoll bare of trees, and from it they could be seen by those at the nearest fire.
For a moment she remained motionless; and then she saw the escape of Dacres, and Hawbury going down in the grasp of his assailants. She gave a loud shriek and rushed forward. But Girasole intercepted her. "Go back," he said. "De milor is my prisoner. Back, or you will be bound." And at a gesture from him two of the men advanced to seize Ethel. "Back!" he said, once more, in a stern voice.
But every answer of his only served to increase the fury of Girasole, who seemed determined to visit upon the head of the priest and Ethel the rage that he felt at his last interview with Minnie. "Then why," cried Girasole, "did you try to trick us? Don't you know the punishment we give to spies and traitors?" "I have nothing to do with spies and traitors." "You are one yourself." "I am not."
Thus she overdid it altogether, and more than ever confirmed Girasole in the opinion that she and Hawbury were affianced. Two days after this Girasole called again. A bitter disappointment was in store for him. They were not there they had gone. Eagerly he inquired where. "To Rome," was the reply. "To Rome!" he muttered, between his set teeth; and mounting his horse hurriedly, he rode away.
What, from Girasole?" "Yis. They want a praste, and they've sint for me." "A priest?" "Yis; an' they want a maid-servant to wait on the young leedies; and they want thim immajitly; an' I'll have to start off soon.
She was much agitated and excited by this sudden appearance of one whom she hoped to have got rid of, and talked rapidly, and laughed nervously, and was so terrified at the idea that Girasole was near that she was afraid to look at him, but directed all her attention to Hawbury. It was a slight, and Girasole showed that he felt it; but Minnie could not help it.
And now, actuated still by the idea of throwing further obstacles between Minnie and the Baron, she herself went over to the latter, and began a series of polite remarks about the weather and about Rome; while Girasole, eager to avail himself of his unexpected privilege, conversed with Minnie in a low voice in his broken English. This arrangement was certainly not very agreeable to the Baron.
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