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"But," Lenaieff exclaimed, "you told me that you did not know her!" "I have made her acquaintance since then." "Ah! Where?" Eugenie inquired, with interest. "At my sister's house, during the meeting of a charitable society." "Had it anything to do with the society for which Monsieur Desvanneaux asked me to appear in a kermess?" "Well, yes.
Mademoiselle de Vermont had granted the eager request of Lenaieff that she would waltz with him, an occupation in which the Russian officer acquitted himself with the same respectful correctness that had formerly obtained for him the high favor of some grand duchess at the balls in the palace of Gatchina.
Then, fearing that he had said too much, he added: "I, and many others!" "Good! You were almost making a pretty speech to me, but, as usual, the disavowal was not slow in coming. Fortunately, here comes your friend Lenaieff, who is hastening to make amends to me."
"And what did you do with the other man?" asked Lenaieff, laughing loudly. "I rid myself of him in the same way. At a sign from me, my maid announced the name of the father-in-law, and the alarmed son-in-law escaped by the same road! Oh, but I know them! They will come back!" "Because Mademoiselle de Vermont's million francs have destroyed their amorous designs."
And saluting Mademoiselle de Vermont courteously, he went his way. "Now you are free, Henri. Suppose we accompany Mademoiselle back to Paris?" suggested Lenaieff, seeming to read his friend's mind. "What an honor for me!" Valentine exclaimed. The General made a sign to his orderly, who approached to receive his instructions. "Tell the brigadier-generals that I am about to depart.
It was Henri whose memory was first revived. "Captain, you are my prisoner!" he said, gayly, seizing the stranger by the collar. "What! The Commandant de Prerolles!" cried the elderly man, in a reproachful tone, from which fifteen years had not removed the bitterness. "I know who he is!" said Lenaieff. "Monsieur is your former jailer of the frontier fortress!"
"But," Lenaieff exclaimed, "you told me that you did not know her!" "I have made her acquaintance since then." "Ah! Where?" Eugenie inquired, with interest. "At my sister's house, during the meeting of a charitable society." "Had it anything to do with the society for which Monsieur Desvanneaux asked me to appear in a kermess?" "Well, yes.
"The young lady in the proscenium box, I will wager," said Lenaieff. "Precisely. I know that they call her Zibeline, but I did not catch her real name." "It is Mademoiselle de Vermont," said Edmond Delorme. "She is, in my opinion, the most dashing of all the Amazons in the Bois de Boulogne.
"Mademoiselle Gontier has made a fixed resolution to avoid meeting me." "That is because she is jealous of you!" said Lenaieff naively. "Jealous? And why?" said Zibeline, blushing. Visibly embarrassed, Henri drew out his watch in order to avert his countenance. "Midday!" he cried. "This is the hour for the return of the troops to their barracks.
"You are too good a player at this game not to win it," Lenaieff replied, "and I am not a Paul Landry, to dispute it with you. Here is a letter of safe-conduct made out in due form; write upon it any name you choose. As for myself, I regard you absolutely as a Belgian citizen, and I shall make no report of this occurrence.
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