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He bent his knee before her, and for some moments they remained hand-in-hand, and eye to eye. In the midst of this, Mlle. Moiseney appeared, who, at sight of this tableau vivant, stood perfectly confounded. "You are very much astonished, mademoiselle," said M. Moriaz to her. "Not so much as you fancy, monsieur," replied she, recovering herself.
"Of whom do you speak?" replied Antoinette, whose colour rose in her cheeks. "Of a most charming man, who, either through inconceivable stupidity, or through most criminal calculation, neglected to tell us that he was married." And with these words, Mlle. Moiseney extended both arms, that she might receive into them Mlle. Moriaz, whom she believed to be already swooning. Mlle.
Antoinette's wild excitement had given place to insensibility; she neither saw nor heard; her limbs no longer sustained her. Camille had great difficulty in bringing her to the house; she could not ascend the steps of the terrace; he was obliged to carry her. Mlle. Moiseney saw him, and filled the air with her cries. She ran forward, she lavished her best care on her queen.
As soon as M. Moriaz had pronounced the name of Count Larinski, the abbe assumed the charmed and contented countenance of a dog lying in wait for its favourite game. He exclaimed, "A most truly admirable man!" "Mercy upon us!" thought M. Moriaz. "Here we have an exordium strangely similar to that of Mlle. Moiseney. Do they think to condemn me to a state of perpetual admiration of their prodigy?
"Kiss Antoinette for me. Give my regards to Mlle. Moiseney, without telling her that I think her a simpleton; it is a conviction in which I shall die. Was it, indeed, very difficult to descend from that terrible rock of yours?" Three days later, Mme. de Lorcy wrote a second letter: "August 19th.
A man who once has drunk will drink again; one who has invented will invent again. No man in the world ever remained satisfied with his first gun." "I beg of you, monsieur," cried Mlle. Moiseney, "could you not speak to the Minister of War about adopting the Larinski musket?" "Are you your country's enemy?" he asked. "Do you wish its destruction?
He had a horror of hysterics; he resolved to have recourse to Mlle. Moiseney, and he said to her, abruptly: "I suppose, mademoiselle, that you are acquainted with all that has passed, and that Antoinette has given you her confidence?"
Our tourist dined at the table d'hote; he was so preoccupied that he ate the trout caught in the Albula without suspecting that they possessed a marvellous freshness, an exquisite flavour and delicacy, and yet it is notorious that the trout of the Albula are the first trout of the universe. Mlle. Moiseney, the duties of whose office consisted in serving as chaperon to Mlle.
Moiseney, to whom he had not mentioned his name, and, buckling his haversack, he put it on his back, paid his bill, and set out on foot to make a hasty ascent of the culminating point of the Albula Pass, which leads into the Engadine Valley. One would have difficulty in finding throughout the Alps a more completely barren, rugged, desolate spot, than this portion of the Albula Pass.
In speaking thus, she took off her hat and mantilla, seated herself in the embrasure of a window, and opened a book which she began to read with great attention. "God be praised! she does not love him," thought Mlle. Moiseney, who was not aware that Mlle. Moriaz was turning two or three pages at a time with perceiving it.
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