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Eustache, after many fruitless attempts to conciliate the brother, gave it up in despair. Still, whenever Alfred's affairs called him away, he supplied his place with the young widow. At this time, play sometimes ran very high in the salons of the capital; and Leonide rose from the écarté table one night, indebted to St. Eustache in the sum of a thousand crowns.
All was lost, all for which he had schemed and sinned, the applause of his countrymen, the favor of his emperor, the love of Leonide. At least, he would disappoint Paris of a spectacle. He would die by his own act. A sudden spring, a heavy plunge, a few bubbles breaking on the black surface, and the wretched criminal was no more!
"No, my dear fellow, twelve months," returned one of the firm of booksellers' agents. There was a pause. "You are simply cutting my throat!" said the visitor. "But in a year's time shall we have placed a hundred copies of Leonide?" said the other voice. "If books went off as fast as the publishers would like, we should be millionaires, my good sir; but they don't, they go as the public pleases.
"Call on me to-morrow," said Leonide, with a flushed face, "and I will repay you." St. Eustache was pretty well acquainted with the affairs of the young widow. He knew that she had been living on her capital for some time, and that she had reached the limit of her resources. He knew that it was utterly impossible for her to raise a thousand crowns in twenty-four hours.
"Yes, some very fine fetes are promised," said Mme du Joncquoy. The banker Steiner, not long since introduced into this circle by Leonide de Chezelles, who was acquainted with the whole of Parisian society, was sitting chatting on a sofa between two of the windows.
I know that you are no longer as rich as you are beautiful " "Sir!" "Pardon the allusion, madam; I did not intend to insult you, but only to suggest that the payment of money was not the only method of cancelling a debt." "I do not understand you, sir." "Leonide, it is time that you did understand me!" cried St. Eustache, impetuously.
She must, therefore, he thought, cancel her debt by her hand. This was the alternative to which he had been manoeuvring to bring her; therefore he entered her salon the next day with the air of a victor. He was no longer covetous of wealth; he had prospered in his own speculations, and was immensely rich; the hand of Leonide, even without her heart, was now all he sought.
The pious pilgrim should console the sad; and are not the saddest hearts found in the gayest throngs?" "True, true," replied Leonide, with a deep sigh. "But you, at least, are happy, lady," said the pilgrim. "Happy! Could you see my face, you would see a mask more impenetrable than this velvet one I wear. It is all smiles," she whispered. "But," she added, laying her hand on her bosom,
Even if that pistol shot had not slain him, the hoofs of his own troopers, as they rushed madly forward in pursuit of the enemy, would have trampled every spark of life out of his bosom." Leonide wrung her hands. "But you, at least, recovered his his remains?" "Pardon, madame. I instituted a search for our colonel's body where he fell. But the spot had already been visited by marauders.
I myself observed the girl Léonide Montauciel, who fell asleep on Easter Day in the year '61, and did not awake until Easter Day of the following year." "Monsieur Gastinel," demanded the King, "can the point of a spindle cause a wound which will send one to sleep for a hundred years?"
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