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Updated: June 10, 2025
There was not a picture nor a picture frame, a bronze nor a bit of china that did not attract attention. Uniformity had been carefully avoided all tints, all forms, blended into one original whole. Goutran had arranged the place with his own hands for the fête, which, as Goutran said, had a double aim.
Ten minutes later the former Zouave entered the shop of a costumer in the Rue de Pélétere. And in five minutes more he sallied forth a magnificent Bedouin, draped in white and wearing an enormous turban. He called out to the astonished coachman: "Rue de Rivoli! and drive fast!" "I will watch the enemy," Carmen had said to Goutran, when they parted.
"The terrace! How did you know that I had a terrace?" asked Goutran, astonished. "Pray do not be uneasy. I never visited your studio in your absence. I heard Monsieur Laisangy say, just now, that he would go to the terrace for a little fresh air." "Yes," said Goutran, "your father came one day to talk about your portrait, and I showed him the place which I dignify with the name of terrace.
Did you suppose that I could be deaf to such a mark of confidence?" Carmen smiled sadly. "Yes," she said, "I do feel entire confidence in you, a confidence that is most real." She seated herself and motioned him to a chair, and with her large eyes fixed on her companion, was silent for a minute. At last she said, abruptly: "Monsieur Goutran, do you love me?"
Without well knowing what he was doing, Coucon pressed the knob, and the panel flew open so quickly that Coucon was nearly knocked over. "Take the light and come!" he shouted. Carmen snatched the candelabra, and they passed through the door. It will be remembered what happened when Goutran and his friends entered the passage. When their feet touched the stairs the panel closed.
Esperance, in his serene repose, was the image of Monte-Cristo in his early days. Near the bed were two men watching Fanfar, the faithful friend of the Count, who had saved him and his son at Ouargla; Goutran, the companion of Esperance, who knew the greatness of that young soul. The two sat in silence, and hardly dared look at each other. They were both oppressed with remorse.
"What are you saying?" he asked. Goutran laughed. "I was only thinking aloud," he said. "The fact is, I am attempting to decide upon an important question. To marry, or not to marry. What do you say?"
While Goutran was thus impatiently questioning the man, a carriage stopped, from which descended Fanfar, Sanselme, Coucon and Madame Caraman. "Ah! Monsieur Goutran!" exclaimed Fanfar, "I have just been to your rooms, and am thankful to meet you here. I am anxious to consult with you." "You know, then, what is going on?" cried Goutran.
It is but a small square of zinc, on which a few sickly plants are withering. It was not worthy to be shown to my friends." "But you will make an exception in my favor?" "Most assuredly." They crossed the studio. Goutran started. He had seen Esperance leaning against a door, pale and absorbed in thought. The liquid strains of Jane's voice had reached him here, softer and sweeter than ever.
Goutran was standing with his hat in his hand when Carmen entered. She was very simply dressed in black. Her beautiful face was very pale. Her blonde hair looked like burnished gold. She extended her hand as he advanced with a profound bow. "Many thanks," she said, "for having come. I hardly dared expect you." "Why did you doubt me?
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