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"We should have reproached ourselves, Baron, had we not come this evening to offer you the felicitations to which you have a right." "Really?... No doubt you refer to the marriage of Wilhelmine?" "No, Baron. I reserve such congratulations for Monsieur de Loubersac and Mademoiselle Thérèse pardon, for Mademoiselle Wilhelmine."
The tone was defensive without a touch of the apologetic. Mademoiselle Berthe smiled, and declared that she had not for a moment supposed that the meeting had been prearranged. De Loubersac gazed considerably at the two girls. Wilhelmine was looking particularly pretty. Beneath her fur toque shone masses of her pale gold hair, framing a charming little face.
Suppose this stop at Rouen was caused by the telegram they received at the garage?... If our arrival here has been signalled, our watch will be fruitless: neither Vinson nor the priest will show themselves on this quay!" As he kept his tireless vigil. Juve eyed the yacht swinging gently on the rising tide. Then Juve recalled his talk with de Loubersac.
"Granting that we shall clear up all these mysteries, Wilhelmine's innocence, her candour, will be made manifest; that being so, Henri de Loubersac will be the first to acknowledge it, the first to beg her forgiveness!... Lovers' quarrels are not serious quarrels so!"... Juve continued his tireless promenade. Sailors seeking their fishing-boats swung past him in the growing light of day.
Not only had her heart been torn by the brusque rupture with Henri de Loubersac, but everything which made up her home life, such as it was, seemed falling to pieces.... No doubt the diplomat was obliged to be continually absent, but Wilhelmine suffered from this solitude, this abandonment.... She had become attached to the gay and companionable Mademoiselle Berthe, who had been the life and soul of the house.
Thinking no more of it he continued to chat of indifferent things.... Presently, a quick movement of Bobinette's raised her skirt a little more. This time the watchful de Loubersac could not be mistaken: he had seen clearly that what showed beneath Bobinette's skirt, every now and again, was a priest's cassock! Bobinette's dress concealed the disguise of a priest.
"At any other time," thought he, "de Loubersac would have seen it to be his duty to accompany me to London: he could have secured an authorisation from his headquarters if required; besides, attached to the Second Bureau as he is, no doubt the ordinary military rules and regulations would hardly apply to him: to a large extent he must be allowed a free hand in emergencies.
There is no lieutenant here I am M. Henri, and nothing else! Do I trouble myself to find out who you are, Vagualame?" "Oh," protested the old man, "that's enough! Do not be afraid, I understand my business: you know my devotion! Unfortunately it costs a great deal!" "Yes," replied Henri de Loubersac for he it was "Yes, I know you are always hard up." "Shall I have money soon?" insisted Vagualame.
A long velvet coat with ermine stole suggested the youthful contours of her slender figure. Mademoiselle Berthe wore rough blue cloth, and a large hat trimmed with wings, which set off her piquant face with its irregular features and ruddy locks. Wilhelmine and Henri de Loubersac strolled on together in the direction of the Hippodrome. Mutual protestations of love were, exchanged.
"Excuse me!" he murmured. "What do you want?" demanded Wilhelmine, her head held high. "Your forgiveness," he said in a voice barely audible. De Loubersac had come to his senses. His intense jealousy had distorted his judgment.
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