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Updated: May 12, 2025
I know we should endeavour to conquer our prejudices; every country has its customs, and, since Poland is a country that pleases you, I will make an effort to see only its good sides." "Now that is the right way to talk. I hope this very day to reconcile you with Count Larinski; stay and dine with us he will be here very soon; the first duty of the people whom I love is to love one another."
For want of some one better, he played with Mlle. Moiseney; but this make-shift was little to his taste; he disliked immensely coming into too close proximity with the pinched visage and yellow ribbons of Pope Joan. He proposed to Count Larinski to take a hand with him, and his proposal was accepted with the best grace in the world.
"Decidedly this man is good for everything," thought M. Moriaz, and he conceived a great liking for him. The result was, that during an entire week Count Abel passed every evening at the Hotel Badrutt. "Your father is a most peculiar man," said Mlle. Moiseney, indignantly, to Antoinette. "He is shockingly egotistical. He has confiscated M. Larinski.
He played the piano divinely, and they passed many pleasant evenings together. One night, the Count left behind him a piece of music, inscribed "Abel Larinski." "Surely," Mlle. Moriaz thought, "I have seen that writing somewhere!" Her breath came quickly, as with a trembling hand she took out of her bosom the letter which had been sent with the flowers, and compared the handwritings.
"I swear to you, my dear child, that I only consider your happiness, and Mme. de Lorcy herself Since M. Langis no longer thinks of you, what reason could she have " "I do not know," interrupted Antoinette; "but her prejudice would take the place of reason." "So you will not believe that Count Larinski is married?" "I believe it, without being certain, and I wish to be assured of it.
The Viennese were right to consider him a worthy man, and Abbe Miollens has not valued him too highly. You write, on your part, my dear friend, that you are not dissatisfied with Antoinette. She is gay, tranquil; she walks, paints, never speaks of Count Abel Larinski, and, when you speak to her of him, she smiles and does not reply.
"Well! what do you say, my dear friend? Was I wrong in claiming that M. Larinski is a delightful man? He will leave before the end of a week, and he is married, unhappily married, I fear, for his smile was melancholy.
They were identical. II. A Conversation with a Dead Man Just a week afterwards, Count Larinski had a very serious conversation with his partner, Samuel Brohl. The strange thing about the conversation was that there was only one man in the room, and he talked all the time to himself.
The wooded hills bordering it formed an admirable frame. In his present mood Count Larinski was charmed with the landscape, which was at once grand and smiling. Then he questioned himself as to how much a bed of asparagus would yield at the gates of Paris, and, having finished his calculation, he surveyed with the eye of a poet the heather and broom that surrounded him.
She was insisting on his leaving when Count Abel Larinski appeared. Samuel Brohl had scarcely taken three steps in Mme. de Lorcy's salon before he conjectured why M. Moriaz had asked him to go there, and what was the significance of the commission with which he was charged.
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