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She had leaned gently toward Lissac and her elbows grazed the knees of her former lover. "I would wear, that day, one of those otter-trimmed toques that you have not forgotten." She saw that he trembled, as if he were moved by some unsatisfied desire for her. She felt reassured. "Nonsense!" she said with a smiling face. "You are not so bad as you pretend to be."
There we went, all three, by coach: the Major in great spirits and full of stories about the Duke and the Peninsula, while Jim sat in the corner with his lips set and his arms folded, and I knew that he killed de Lissac three times an hour in his heart. I could tell it by the sudden glint of his eyes and grip of his hand.
After entrusting Guy with the secret of her yearning for solitude, she again indulged in her sickly smile, and still looking at Guy: "You are, I am told, a constant guest at Sabine Marsy's receptions?" she said abruptly. "Yes," replied Lissac. "But I have no great liking for political salons." "It is a political centre, and yet not, seemingly.
Non est hic locus! Good-bye!" "Good-bye, your Excellency," replied Pichereau with forced politeness. Vaudrey drew Lissac away, saying with a suppressed laugh: "Oh! oh! the Quaker! He has laid down his portfolio, but he has kept the key to the greenroom, it seems." "It would appear," replied Guy, "that the door leading into the greenroom may open to scenes of consolation for fallen greatness.
It happened just then that a friend of Guy de Lissac, Monsieur José de Rosas, a great lounger, had returned from a journey around the world. What a piece of good fortune! She too had known De Rosas formerly, and if she could only get him to consent, she could announce a most attractive soirée: the travels of such a man as Monsieur de Rosas: a rare treat!
Guy had directly attacked his vanity and his heart with a knife-thrust, as it were, without sparing either his self-love or his passion. "Ah! yes," said Lissac, "I know very well that that annoys you, but it is so! I knew this young lady before you did. Let her commit all the follies that she chooses with others and throw me overboard at a pinch, as she did three days ago, all is for the best.
"I am sure of that!" answered Lissac, with a smile. In a mechanical way, and as if to evade his friend, Sulpice left the smoking-room for the salon, tritely observing: "We must rejoin the ladies the cigar kills conversation " He felt uncomfortable. It was the first time that Jouvenet had informed him that there are agents for learning the movements of ministers.
At first she allowed Vaudrey, who knelt at her feet, as Lissac had told him on going away, to take her hand that hung listlessly down. Then she gently withdrew it as if she felt herself seized by an instinctive sense of outraged modesty. Vaudrey tried to speak.
If I come safely out of it I will swear never to set pen to paper again, for it is so easy at first, like walking into a shelving stream, and then before you can look round you are off your feet and down in a hole, and can struggle out as best you may. We buried Jim and de Lissac with four hundred and thirty-one others of the French Guards and our own Light Infantry in a single trench.
They led Guy de Lissac through the passages to the door of a new cell, which they opened before him. "Then," he said, as he tried to force a troubled smile, "I am a prisoner? Quite seriously? As in melodrama? This is high comedy!" He asked if he would soon be examined, at least. They didn't know. They hardly replied to him. Could he write, at any rate? Notify any one? Protest? What should he do?
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