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There was no denying it." Marie Lagoutte looked at me a few moments without speaking. "You may be sure, doctor, that after that I had no more sleep; I sat watching and ready for anything. Every moment I fancied I could hear something behind the arm-chair. I was not afraid it was not that but I was uneasy and restless.
This piece of intelligence would have failed to interest me before seeing Marie Lagoutte, but now it struck more forcibly. There certainly was some mysterious connection between the lord of Nideck and that old woman. I knew nothing of the nature of this connection, and I felt that, at whatever cost, I must know it. "Just wait a moment, friends," said I to Sperver and his comrade.
He campaigned in France under the count; and you will see his wife, a Frenchwoman, Marie Lagoutte, who pretends that she comes of a high family." "And why should she not?" "Of course she might; but, between ourselves, she was nothing but a cantinière in the Grande Armée. She brought in Tobias Offenloch upon her cart, with one of his legs gone, and he has married her out of gratitude.
The door opened, and Marie Lagoutte stood within, dropping me a low curtsey. This old dame's visit put me out, and I was going to beg her to postpone her visit, when something mysterious in her countenance caught my attention.
Gideon, back already?" Marie Lagoutte shook off her numerous pegs with a jerk of her head. The big butler drank off his glass. Everybody turned our way. "Is monseigneur better?" The butler answered with a doubtful ejaculation. "Is he just the same?" "Much about," answered Marie Lagoutte, who never took her eyes off me. Sperver noticed this.
Marie Lagoutte shook out the long streamers of her cap, and Sébalt, upright before his chair, as gaunt and lean as the shade of the wild jäger amongst the heather, repeated, "Your health, Doctor Fritz!" whilst the flakes of silvery foam ran down his cup and floated gently down upon the stone-flagged floor. Then there was a moment's silence. Every guest drank.
The little man went out, and Gideon, after taking off his cape, left us to go and inform the young countess of my arrival. I was rather overpowered with the attentions of Marie Lagoutte. "Give up that place of yours, Sébalt," she cried to the kennel-keeper. "You are roasted enough by this time. Sit near the fire, monsieur le docteur; you must have very cold feet.
"Time was," remarked the master of the hounds in a dismal voice "time was when monseigneur hunted twice a week; then he was well; when he left off hunting, then he fell ill." "Of course it could not be otherwise," observed Marie Lagoutte. "The open air gives you an appetite. The doctor had better order him to hunt three times a week to make up for lost time."
Sébalt sat with legs across, and his elbow resting on his knee, gazing into the fire with unspeakable dolefulness. Marie Lagoutte, after having refreshed herself with a fresh pinch, was settling her snuff into shape in its box, while I sat thinking on the strange habit people indulge in of pressing their advice upon those who don't want it. At this moment the major-domo rose.
His wife, the worthy Marie Lagoutte, her spare figure draped in voluminous folds, her long and sallow face like a skin of chamois leather, was playing at cards with two servants who were gravely seated on straight-backed arm-chairs.
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