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To all of Monsieur Voltaire's fine speeches of welcome, therefore, they returned only demure curtsies and seated themselves quietly on the sofa. Gaston Cheverny was not a whit behind Monsieur Voltaire in his compliments. Jacques Haret looked keenly at us, and it flashed through me that he alone suspected who the ladies were. But he said no word.
Yes, Monsieur, glad shall I be to see Capello again. I was born and reared close by " He stopped; I knew that he meant Castle Haret. In the garden sat Madame Riano and Francezka. Madame Riano had on her head a great hat with a thousand black plumes on it, and she clutched her huge fan menacingly at my approach, although I must say she had ever treated me with condescension.
Within a week we rode for Brabant only myself and Beauvais with Count Saxe and traveled leisurely in the pleasant spring weather. What Jacques Haret had told concerning the poor Count Bellegarde was true.
As there were many officers about, it was far from certain that he could preserve his incognito, but, by great good fortune, he was not recognized. On a misty evening we were to leave Coblenz on the morrow as I stood watching the fiercely flowing river, and the rich vine country around it, I saw an apparition Jacques Haret. What he was doing in Coblenz, I neither knew nor cared.
Thank you for every blow you gave Jacques Haret. I shall tell Peter, but not poor Lisa. That girl has the nature of a spaniel. I believe she reproaches herself for having thrown in his face the silver snuff-box Jacques Haret gave her." I knew that Francezka and Gaston had been invited to visit Chambord in the spring, and I expressed a wish that they might come.
Not even Mademoiselle Lecouvreur's sad situation could disarm the jealousy of the women who envied her Count Saxe's devotion. There was one of them, the Duchesse de Bouillon, who, like Jacques Haret, was one of the devil's darlings, and kept shop for him.
"Monsieur," said our bare-legged captain, in a tone and manner not unworthy of Jacques Haret, "I take no offense at your calling me a liar, by implication; in war, lies are stratagems. But your allusion to village hen-roosts is exceedingly painful to a gentleman like myself, who has danced at a court ball with the Duchess Anna Iwanowna.
One day affairs took me to this little place. There, sitting and drinking in the common room, was Jacques Haret, looking not one whit changed in four years. He was dressed as usual, half shabbily and half splendidly. He greeted me as if he had led the most blameless life in the world since I had seen him last.
Her air that day did not indicate it, but rather weariness, and disgust of the pleasures she followed so assiduously. It is never a sign of happiness to follow pleasure madly. In walking and riding about the streets of Paris I kept a lookout for Jacques Haret.
There was here a commingling of tragedy and comedy such as I had seldom seen. I took it that poor old Peter had not seen Jacques Haret during the time he had spent in Gaston's rooms. Madame Riano opened the action by saying sternly: "What are you doing here, Jacques Haret?" "Come to pay my respects to your ladyship," was Jacques Haret's undaunted reply.
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