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Updated: June 6, 2025
True to her appointment, Princess Gulof entered Mme. de Lorcy's salon the following day.
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.
No longer restrained by Mme. de Lorcy's presence, the abbe spoke freely of the happy event in which he prided himself to have been a co-operator; he overwhelmed him with congratulation, and all the good wishes he could possibly think of for his happiness. During a quarter of an hour he lavished on him his myrrh and honey. Samuel would gladly have wrung his neck.
If you had given me time I would have told you that I had had the very unexpected pleasure of dining yesterday with him at Mme. de Lorcy's. This German has made great advances since I lost sight of him; not content with becoming a Pole, he is now a person of vast importance. He is called Count Abel Larinski, and he is to marry very soon Mlle. Antoinette Moriaz."
She then proceeded to recount to him, point by point, all that had occurred at Mme. de Lorcy's. She began her recital in a tranquil tone; she grew animated; she warmed up by degrees; her eyes sparkled. He listened to her with deep chagrin; but he gazed on her with pride as he did so, thinking, "Mon Dieu, how beautiful she is, and what a lucky rascal is this Pole!"
"I thought so little of sending him away that I asked him to dinner, in order to give you an opportunity of becoming more fully acquainted with him." "I thank you for your amiable intentions, but M. Langis pleases me little." "What have you against him?" "I have met him sometimes at Mme. de Lorcy's, and he always has shown me a most dubious politeness. I scent in him an enemy." "Pure imagination!
"Mme. de Lorcy always knows how to choose the proper word to express her thought," she responded. When she had run her eye rapidly over Mme. de Lorcy's eight closely written pages, she looked at her father and smiled.
Moiseney sent forth a doleful cry. M. Moriaz handed her Mme. de Lorcy's letter; after reading it, she remained in a state of deep dejection; a pitiless finger had burst the iris bubble that she had just blown, and that she saw resplendent at the end of her pipe. "Do not give way to your despair," said M. Moriaz; "take courage, follow the example I set you, imitate my resignation.
Moriaz coldly received Mme. de Lorcy's embraces; but she smiled graciously on M. Langis, and pressed his hand affectionately. Mme. de Lorcy led them into her salon, where they talked on indifferent subjects. Antoinette was waiting for M. Langis's departure to broach the subject that she had at heart. At the end of twenty minutes, he rose, but immediately reseated himself.
Antoinette did not go away; her face contracted, her lips trembling, she seated herself aside at some distance from the sofa. Mme. de Lorcy's energetic exertions at last produced their effect. Samuel Brohl was not dead; a quiver ran through his frame, his limbs relaxed, and at the end of a few instants he reopened his eyes, then his mouth; he sat up, and stammered: "Where am I? What has happened?
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