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Captain Joliette, for all this you are to blame, and yet you think you deserve pardon for your motives! Why, man, you are worse than an idiot! No, I will never pardon you, never!" She strode about the dressing-room as she spoke, her small, white hands working as if ready to tear the young soldier to pieces.
I had scarcely arrived in Paris when I was ordered to this place. I brought Madame Joliette the ring, and told her what I had experienced. Alas! if I could only find our captain again; but, I am afraid, it is almost impossible." "Impossible!" called out Mercedes, throwing a supplicating look at the count.
You have done enough to-night, without adding insult to injury!" "I did not seek to injure you, Louise, God knows! Neither do I wish to insult you; but that letter I must and will read!" "You talk as if I were already your wife and slave. Adopt another and less authoritative tone, monsieur. Captain Joliette, you are not yet my husband!" "Would that I were and were sure of your love, Louise!
The more he thought of the matter the more perplexed he grew. As he was debating within himself what action he ought to take, there was a knock at the door and a domestic entered, handing him a card upon which was inscribed: "Captain Joliette." "Ha!" cried Monte-Cristo, "he comes in time. He will aid me in solving this mystery."
The former artiste gently disentangled herself from his embrace and, smiling archly, led him to a chair; then she sat down upon another at a short distance from him. "No, no," said Joliette, warmly; "come and sit beside me on the sofa. Even Léon sees that I adore you, and all my friends in Paris are aware that I am seeking your hand in marriage. Why will you be so formal and distant with me!"
As Captain Joliette came in, Léon ran to him and exclaimed amid his tears: "Oh! how could you bring that odious man to your box! See how the very sight of him has affected my poor sister!" At these words Mlle. d' Armilly roused herself and, springing to her feet, faced the young soldier in a fit of uncontrollable rage.
Mlle. d' Armilly's influence over Captain Joliette great as it undoubtedly was, had been insufficient to induce that gallant and honorable young soldier to seek a rupture with the wonderful man to whom he was so vastly indebted and whom he so highly revered.
Then, as if to turn the subject, he continued: "Apropos of the immortals of Algeria, here is a name that seems destined even to a more rapid apotheosis than that of the favored Morrel." "You mean Joliette?" said the editor. "Who, in the name of all that is mysterious and heroic, is this same Joliette? I have found it impossible to discover, with all the means at the command of the press."
"You are more privileged than myself in that you enjoy the acquaintance of this eccentric young lady, but she does not seem to repose a greater degree of confidence in you than in me, for she has told you absolutely nothing." "Well," said Joliette, "you will see her to-night, at any rate, despite her prohibition.
"Is there then no shadow of a hope?" at length asked Joliette, in a hoarse whisper. "Not the shadow of a hope!" replied Mlle. d'Armilly, firmly. "You can be my friend, my brother, if you will, but never my husband." The young man recoiled in horror at the suggestion that seemed to be conveyed by this permission. "What do you mean by friend?" he asked, a cold shiver passing through him.
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