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The Duchess was in a cold sweat, but nevertheless she laughed as she spoke the last words. "But circumstances give the story a quite new application," returned he. "How so; pray tell me, for pity's sake?" "In this way, madame you have touched the axe," said Montriveau, lowering his voice. "What an enchanting prophecy!" returned she, smiling with assumed grace. "And when is my head to fall?"
She has played with many a man, no doubt; I will avenge them all." For the first time, it may be, in a man's heart, revenge and love were blended so equally that Montriveau himself could not know whether love or revenge would carry all before it. That very evening he went to the ball at which he was sure of seeing the Duchesse de Langeais, and almost despaired of reaching her heart.
He inclined to think that there was something diabolical about this woman, who was gracious to him and radiant with charming smiles; probably because she had no wish to allow the world to think that she had compromised herself with M. de Montriveau.
You might set about it like the late Marechal de Richelieu, and get nothing for your pains." Armand was dumb with amazement. "Has your desire reached the point of infatuation?" "I want her at any cost!" Montriveau cried out despairingly. "Very well. Now, look here. Be as inexorable as she is herself. Try to humiliate her, to sting her vanity.
"If all you want is to preserve appearances," he began in his simplicity, "I am willing to " "Simply to preserve appearances!" the lady broke in; "why, what idea can you have of me? Have I given you the slightest reason to suppose that I can be yours?" "Why, what else are we talking about?" demanded Montriveau. "Monsieur, you frighten me!... No, pardon me.
Montriveau and Chatelet met for the first time since they parted in the desert. "To part in the desert, and meet again in the opera-house!" said Lucien. "Quite a theatrical meeting!" said Canalis.
She all but attained to the sensations of love; for amid her poignant doubt whether she was loved in return, she felt glad at heart to say to herself, "I love him!" As for her scruples, religion, and the world she could trample them under foot! Montriveau was her religion now. She spent the next day in a state of moral torpor, troubled by a physical unrest, which no words could express.
His guide, like a very fiend, gave him back a cool glance like a man that knows his power, left him to lie there, and kept at a safe distance out of reach of his desperate victim. At last M. Montriveau recovered strength enough for a last curse. The guide came nearer, silenced him with a steady look, and said, "Was it not your own will to go where I am taking you, in spite of us all?
The five hours were at an end, and still M. de Montriveau saw nothing, he turned his failing eyes upon his guide; but the Nubian hoisted him on his shoulders, and showed him a wide pool of water with greenness all about it, and a noble forest lighted up by the sunset. It lay only a hundred paces away; a vast ledge of granite hid the glorious landscape.
Each man carried a poniard, a provision of chocolate, and a set of house-breaking tools. They climbed the outer walls with scaling-ladders, and crossed the cemetery of the convent. Montriveau recognised the long, vaulted gallery through which he went to the parlour, and remembered the windows of the room. His plans were made and adopted in a moment.
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