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Spero went away disappointed. Two days later he hurried to the painter's studio and hesitatingly said: "Monsieur Sabran, I treated you the other day in a mean way. Please excuse me." Gontram was surprised. Taking the vicomte's hand, he cordially said: "I am glad I was mistaken in you; if features such as yours are deceitful, then it is bad for humanity." From that day on they became firm friends.
"Now good-by," said Gontram. "You shall soon hear from me." A last kiss and they separated. Half dreaming, Gontram strode through the streets. It was ten o'clock when the painter reached the Monte-Cristo palace. To his surprise all was dark, and hesitatingly Gontram pulled the bell. The footman opened it. When asked if the vicomte was at home, he said he had gone out. "Gone out?
"I hope to be able soon to prove my esteem for you," whispered the young man. Carmen was for a moment silent, and then vivaciously said: "Introduce me; I am curious to know your little vicomte." Just then Spero raised his head, and, seeing Gontram, he cordially said: "Gontram, am I not deserving of praise? You see I have accepted your invitation."
There was a fireplace, with a grate, supported by varnished oak pillars and elaborate mantel and glass, a glittering reddish center-table with a great many small odd shelves below, a desk with sheaves of hotel writing paper and the telephone. The Gontram was entirely different from the hotels at the lakes or seashore or in the South.
If Carmen had not hoped to serve Gontram and his friends she would have left the Larsagny palace at once, but under existing circumstances prudence prompted her to stay and not to repulse the banker entirely; for she suspected that Larsagny held in his hand the threads of the mystery which threatened the Vicomte of Monte-Cristo.
"How are you, my dear Spero?" he vivaciously cried. "Oh, thank you, very well. Do you know, Gontram, that you couldn't have come at a more appropriate hour?" "Really? That pleases me," said the new-comer, a painter who in spite of his youth enjoyed a great reputation. Laying his hand on Spero's shoulder, he looked steadily at him and earnestly asked: "Has anything disagreeable happened to you?"
"Monsieur Sabran," he said, "I have something to tell you." "Well, what is it?" asked Gontram, expectantly. "H'm, Monsieur Sabran, it is about a lady," murmured the man. "A lady? Which lady?" "I do not know her, and my discretion did not permit me to ask her." Gontram, in spite of his impatience, laughed.
Gontram now returned; Spero opened the box and took an instrument from it. "Feel if my hand trembles," he said, turning to the painter; "only if that is not the case can I dare to probe for the bullet." Gontram took hold of the white hand. It did not tremble, and Spero began to probe for the bullet. "The ball has not touched a vital part," whispered the vicomte at length; "it lies in the muscles.
Spero carried the unconscious girl up the stairs and gently laid her on the divan. He then got on his knees beside Jane, and, hiding his face in his hands, he sobbed bitterly. Gontram now approached his friend. "Spero," he said, "calm yourself; we must rescue the poor child." The vicomte sprang up.
Carmen did not have much time to think, for hardly an hour after Gontram had gone, the banker appeared in the boudoir, and looking with astonishment at her, he said: "What does this mean, Carmen? Our guests will soon be here, and you are not yet dressed." "Our guests?" repeated Carmen, in amazement. "Yes.
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