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"Decidedly this man is good for everything," thought M. Moriaz, and he conceived a great liking for him. The result was, that during an entire week Count Abel passed every evening at the Hotel Badrutt. "Your father is a most peculiar man," said Mlle. Moiseney, indignantly, to Antoinette. "He is shockingly egotistical. He has confiscated M. Larinski.
Her day had come; her heart was no longer free: the bird had allowed itself to be caught. Mlle. Moiseney said to her one evening: "It seems certain to me that we never shall see Count Larinski again." She replied in an almost indifferent tone, "No doubt he has found people at Cellarina, or elsewhere, who are more entertaining than we." "You mean to say," said Mlle.
Moiseney repaired thither to see if she needed anything, and, as she was about leaving her for the night, candle in hand, she suddenly inquired, "Do not you think, as I do, that this stranger is a remarkable-looking person?" "Of whom do you speak?" rejoined Antoinette. "Why, of the traveller who sat opposite me." "I confess that I scarcely looked at him." "Indeed!
Moiseney stood lost in astonishment at her calm; she gazed in a stupor at her, and suddenly exclaimed: "Thank God! you do not love him! Your father has mistaken, he often mistakes; he sometimes gets the strangest ideas into his mind; he was persuaded that this would be a death-blow to you; he does not know you at all.
Before dinner he made the tour of all the hotels in Saint Moritz without discovering where M. Larinski lodged. He learned it in the evening from a peasant who came over from Cellarina for the overcoat. The good Mlle. Moiseney was quite taken with Count Abel; first, because he was handsome, and then because he played the piano bewitchingly.
Little Camilles are apt to be hot-headed and fanciful; they are subject to self-deceptions regarding their sentiments. Friendship and love, however, are two entirely different things! I once said to Mlle. Moiseney that a woman never should marry an intimate friend, because it would be a sure way of losing him as such, and friends are good to keep." "Bah! How much do you care now for yours?
But tell me, how do you think Antoinette will take the matter?" "It will be a terrible blow to her," replied Mlle. Moiseney; "she loves him so much!" "How do you know, since she has not judged it best to tell you?" "I know from circumstances. Poor dear Antoinette! The greatest consideration must be used in announcing to her this intelligence; and I alone, I believe "
"This appears to me self-evident," said she. "And, for example," further continued M. Moriaz, "she has among her proteges a certain Mlle. Galard " "Galet," said Mlle. Moiseney, bridling up, for she had been impatiently awaiting an opportunity to put in a word. "This Mlle. Leontine Galet, who lives at No. 25 Rue Mouffetard " "No. 27," again interposed Mlle. Moiseney, in a magisterial tone.
Moriaz to fly to Cormeilles and there pass seven months, reduced to the society of Mlle. Moiseney, who, after having been her instructress, had become her demoiselle de compagnie.
Moiseney started; she had been far from suspecting that Count Larinski had specially impressed Mlle. Moriaz, and, as on certain occasions her mind worked rapidly, she understood immediately all the consequences of this prodigious event.
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