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Updated: June 6, 2025


M. de Montbron half rose, and called to the postilions. "Home!" and the four horses started at once into a rapid and regular trot. "This day of happiness now seems consecrated, and my luxury is excused," thought Adrienne; "till I can again meet with that poor Mother Bunch, and from this day I will make every exertion to find her out, her place will at least not be quite empty."

M. de Montbron, now upwards of sixty years of age, had been a most prominent character during the Directory, Consulate, and the Empire.

I, who thought, from our old and constant friendship, that I had some claim to your confidence have known nothing of it while you told all to another. It is painful, very painful to me." "I do not understand you, M. de Montbron." "Well then, since I must speak plainly," cried the count, "there is, I see, no hope for this unhappy boy you love another."

Hardly had Rodin left the room than Adrienne ran to her desk, and writing a few hasty lines, sealed the note, and said to M. de Montbron: "I shall not see the prince before to-morrow as much from superstition of the heart as because it is necessary for my plans that this interview should be attended with some little solemnity.

"Yes, yes," said the count to Florine; "even if I am still here, show him in by all means. Is not that your opinion?" asked M. de Montbron of Adrienne. "Quite so," answered the young girl; and a flash of indignation darted from her eyes, as she thought of Rodin's perfidy. "Oho! the old knave!" said M. de Montbron, "I always had my doubts of that crooked neck!"

He was tall and thin, and his slim figure gave him an almost youthful appearance; his forehead was high, and a little bald; his hair was gray and short, his countenance long, his nose aquiline, his eyes blue and piercing, and his teeth white, and still very good. "The Count de Montbron," said Georgette, opening the door.

Do you go home, and wait for us, my good girl. We will meet at our own house!" Dagobert had remained plunged in thought; suddenly, he said to Agricola: "Be it so. I will follow your counsel. But suppose the commissary says to you: 'We cannot act before to-morrow' suppose the Count de Montbron says to me the same thing do not think I shall stand with my arms folded until the morning."

"I tell you what, my good sir!" replied the count, disdainfully: "you force me to remind you that there are more ways than one of chastising impudent rogues." "My dear count!" said Adrienne to M. de Montbron, with an air of reproach. With perfect coolness, Rodin replied: "I do not exactly see, sir, first, what courage is shown by threatening a poor old man like myself, and, secondly "

The forced and somewhat feverish gayety of Adrienne contrasted painfully with her pale and suffering countenance; it was so easy to see that she strove to stifle with laughter some deep sorrow, that M. de Montbron was much affected by it; but, dissembling his emotion, he appeared to reflect a moment, and took up mechanically one of the new, fresh-cut books, by which Adrienne was surrounded.

Instead of answering, M. de Montbron appeared still more absorbed in thought, and contemplating the young girl, he could not forbear saying to himself: "No, no it is impossible and yet " "It would, perhaps, be indiscreet in me to listen to your soliloquy, my dear count," said Adrienne. "Excuse me, my dear child; but what I see surprises me so much " "And pray what do you see?"

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