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She rose, dismissing the young person who had been reading to her, and came forward with both hands outheld to greet her cousin Kercadiou. "I almost feared you would not keep your word," she said. "It was unjust. But then I hardly hoped that you would succeed in bringing him." And her glance, gentle, and smiling welcome upon him, indicated Andre-Louis.
M. de Vilmorin swept on, passionately: "Sometimes I think that you have no heart. With you it is always the law, never equity. It occurs to me, Andre, that I was mistaken in coming to you. You are not likely to be of assistance to me in my interview with M. de Kercadiou." He took up his hat, clearly with the intention of departing. Andre-Louis sprang up and caught him by the arm.
"Naturally, monsieur; and I am sorry, I am sorry that I am not your son." M. de Kercadiou gripped his godson's hand convulsively, and held it a moment with no word spoken. Then as they fell away from each other again: "And now, what will you do, Andre?" he asked. "Now that you know?" Andre-Louis stood awhile, considering, then broke into laughter. The situation had its humours. He explained them.
"I would not have admitted him, but that he demanded it in the name of the Nation. Madame, it is for you to say what shall be done. Robert is with me. If you wish it... whatever it may be..." "My good Jacques, no, no." She was perfectly composed. "If this man intended evil, surely he would not come alone. Conduct him to me, and then beg Mlle. de Kercadiou to join me if she is awake."
"But there is, Andre. Did not Rougane tell you that there were others..." "He mentioned Mme. de Plougastel and her servant." "Then why...?" M. de Kercadiou broke off, looking his question. Very solemnly Andre-Louis shook his head. "That is impossible," he said. M. de Kercadiou's mouth fell open in astonishment. "Impossible!" he repeated. "But why?"
If any spark survives of the affection that once you expressed for me, or if you set any value upon the affection, which, in spite of all that you have done to forfeit it, is the chief prompter of this letter, you will not refuse to do as I am asking." It was not a tactful letter. M. de Kercadiou was not a tactful man.
That meeting with Mme. de Plougastel had enheartened him; her promise to plead his case in alliance with Aline gave him assurance that all would be well. That he was justified of this was proved when on the following Thursday towards noon his academy was invaded by M. de Kercadiou.
I have never killed a man for holding different views from mine. In fact, I have never killed a man at all. It isn't in my nature. I shouldn't sleep of nights if I did. But men are differently made." "The question, monsieur my godfather," said Andre-Louis, "is what is to be done." He was quite calm and self-possessed, but very white. M. de Kercadiou stared at him blankly out of his pale eyes.
"Nothing beastly can surprise me when done by a beast. And La Tour d'Azyr is a beast, as all the world knows. The more fool Mabey for stealing his pheasants. He should have stolen somebody else's." "Is that all you have to say about it?" "What more is there to say? I've a practical mind, I hope." "What more there is to say I propose to say to your godfather, M. de Kercadiou.
"And is that why you have not come near me in all this time?" "Of course. Why else?" M. de Kercadiou continued to stare. Then he swore under his breath. It disconcerted him to have to deal with a man who insisted upon taking him so literally. He had expected that Andre-Louis would have come contritely to admit his fault and beg to be taken back into favour. He said so.
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