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"Restore to me, now, this instant, the letter which was obtained from me by Chanlouineau's ruse, and I swear to you, by the honor of my name, that all which it is possible for any human being to do to save the baron, I will do. If you distrust my word, good-evening." The situation was desperate, the danger imminent, the time limited; Martial's tone betrayed an inflexible determination.
She remembered Martial's fastidious tastes, and she did not know how to reconcile them with these meagre surroundings. Then, there was the holy-water! But her suspicions became stronger when she entered the kitchen. Some savory compound was bubbling in a pot over the fire, and several saucepans, in which fragrant stews were simmering, stood among the warm ashes.
"Well," he replied, "if it's any consolation to you, I am quite prepared, in one respect at least, to vindicate Martial's character. In any case, I think I shall have an interview with Mrs. Acton to-morrow." His heart beat a little faster, for the girl laughed. "It really wouldn't be any consolation at all to me," she admitted.
As she descended the grand staircase, she could not help saying to herself: "Martial's presence here is incomprehensible." It was certainly very extraordinary; and it had not been without much hesitation that he resolved upon this painful step. But it was the only means of procuring several important documents which were indispensable in the revision of M. d'Escorval's case.
"Then, these vile rascals attacked you?" he exclaimed. "Not at all. I have been simply obliged to fight a duel." "With whom? Name the scoundrel who has dared to insult you!" A faint flush tinged Martial's cheek; but it was in his usual careless tone that he replied: "Upon my word, no; I shall not give his name. You would trouble him, perhaps; and I really owe the fellow a debt of gratitude.
He knew life too well not to understand that since the duchess had been compelled to submit to the power of these people, they must be masters of some secret which she was willing to make any sacrifice to preserve. But what secret? The years which had silvered Martial's hair, had not cooled the ardor of his blood. He was, as he had always been, a man of impulses.
She advanced resolutely, and in a firm voice: "Yes," she said, "I have taken my revenge. Do you think I did not suffer that evening when you sent your brother to take away my newly wedded husband, upon whose face I have not gazed since?" "Your husband! I sent to take him away! I do not understand you." "Do you then dare to deny that you are not Martial's mistress!" "The Marquis de Sairmeuse!
"He was going there, when he met me in the grove on the waste." She blushed as she spoke; she turned crimson at the thought of Martial's impertinent gallantry. This girl who had just emerged from a convent was terribly experienced; but she misunderstood the cause of Marie-Anne's confusion. She could dissimulate, however, and when Marie-Anne went away, Mlle.
If he had desired to augment the rage of Mme. Blanche, he had good reason to be satisfied. "And this is the woman who has alienated Martial's heart from me!" she exclaimed. "It is for this miserable wretch that he abandons me!" The unworthiness of the unfortunate girl whom she regarded as her rival, incensed her to such a degree that she entirely forgot Chupin's presence.
And, in our mind, though far inferior as a moralist to the Stoics, Aristotle is often less of a pagan than Paley. Coleridge's dislike to Sir Sidney Smith and the Egyptian Lord Hutchinson fell under the category of Martial's case. 'Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare, Hoc solum novi non amo te, Sabidi.
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