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Updated: September 6, 2025
"In what have I exhibited my penetration, my dear young lady?" said Rodin, coldly. "In what my veracity?" added he, turning towards M. de Montbron. "In what, sir?" said Adrienne. "Why, you have guessed a secret surrounded by difficulties and mystery. In a word, you have known how to read the depths of a woman's heart." "I, my dear young lady?"
"The traces of so great and novel an interest in all that relates to India," said M. de Montbron, laying a slight stress on his words, and fixing a piercing look upon the young girl. "Well!" said Adrienne, stoutly. "Well! I seek the cause of this sudden passion "
"Father," said Agricola, "it is the generous young lady, who offered to be my bail, and to whom I have very important matters to communicate." "Good, good," replied Dagobert; "we will talk of that presently. Well, my dear girl this ring?" "You must take it directly, M. Dagobert, to the Count de Montbron, No. 7, Place Vendome.
"Father, it is enough to drive one mad to make one dash one's brains out against the wall!" cried the smith in a rage. Dagobert turned towards Mother Bunch, and said: "You see, my poor child I was sure of it." "Well, father," cried Agricola; "have you seen the Court de Montbron?" "The Count de Montbron set out for Lorraine three days ago.
And then," added Rodin, after a short silence, fixing a penetrating, attentive, and curious look upon the prince, as if he would have subjected him to a sort of experiment by what follows; "and then, you see, M. de Montbron will be better able than I should, in the world you are about to enter, to enlighten you as to the snares that will be laid for you.
"My dear M. de Montbron, you have so much penetration, that you may be allowed to fall for once, as now. I am not sad, I have nothing on my mind, and I am about to utter a very silly piece of impertinence I have never thought myself so pretty." "On the contrary, nothing could be more modest than such an assertion. Who told you that falsehood? a woman?"
Hence arose, when Mdlle. de Cardoville had nothing to disturb her mind, the most gay and animated discussions, in which M. de Montbron, notwithstanding his mocking and sceptical humor, his long experience, his rare knowledge of men and things, his fashionable training, in a word, had not always the advantage, and even acknowledged his defeat gayly enough.
Baleinier; but, a few days sooner or later, I must infallibly have been released by M. de Montbron." "You are right, my dear child," said the count; "it may be that your enemies wished to claim the merit of what must necessarily have happened through the exertions of your friends."
Many beaux, profiting by their acquaintance with the Marchioness de Morinval or M. de Montbron, came by turns to pay their respects, and rode for a few minutes by the side of the carriage, so as to have an opportunity of seeing, admiring, and perhaps hearing, Mdlle. de Cardoville; she surpassed their expectations, by talking with her usual grace and spirit.
"Yes, I understand you, good and noble heart!" said the count, with emotion; while Lady de Morinval, who knew nothing of Mdlle. de Cardoville's love for Djalma, looked with as much surprise as curiosity at the count and the young lady. M. de Montbron, leaning from the carriage, stretched out his arms towards the child, and said to her: "Give me your hands, little girl."
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