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While the man offered him rooms and refreshment, he looked round, and saw on the top of the staircase Remy going up, lighted by a servant; of his companion he saw nothing.
"I have four to choose from." "Well, take for to-day the one you would choose for the lady of the portrait you know." "Know! Ah, Remy, you have found the way to my heart forever; I feared you would prevent me from going to this chase, or rather this imitation of one, and all the ladies of the Court, and many from the City, will be admitted to it. Now, Remy, this lady may be there.
Henri, now hidden in the clover field, felt certain of seeing the face of the young man who accompanied Remy, and thus putting an end to all his doubts. As they passed, unsuspicious of his vicinity, Diana was occupied in braiding up her hair, which she had not dared to untie at the inn. Henri recognized her, and nearly fainted.
Her horse, however, as well as that of Remy, was fatigued with their long journey, and Henri, as he turned back each moment, saw that they could not keep up with him. "See, madame!" said he, "how my horse outstrips yours, and yet I am holding him in with all my strength; for Heaven's sake, madame, while there is yet time, if you will not ride with me, take my horse and leave me yours."
All that I had hoped to find aboard of her in the way of comforts and luxuries was there, and more too. Indeed, if a good bed, and the best of food, and excellent wines and tobacco, had been all that I wanted I very well might have settled myself on the Ville de Saint Remy for the balance of my days.
This young man, as Remy knew, and Diana suspected, was Henri du Bouchage, whom a strange fatality threw once more into the presence of the woman he had determined to fly.
When he had shut the door, all the appearances of age vanished, except the bald head, and Remy mounted the staircase with an agility more like a young man of twenty-five, than the old man he had appeared to be a few minutes before. "Madame! madame!" cried he, in an agitated voice. "Well, what is it, Remy; is not the duke gone?"
We have said that Boyer was ignorant neither of the existence nor of the misanthropy of the father, and sufficiently a physiognomist, he did not for a moment doubt the identity of the count, but bowed low to him, and answered, "If your lordship will be so good as to follow me, I am at his orders." "Go on," said Saint Remy, who accompanied Boyer, to the profound dismay of the porter.
"Grandchamp! you! oh! mon Dieu! my presentiments were right; my father is dead?" "Indeed, madame, Meridor has no longer a master." Pale, but motionless and firmly, the lady listened; Remy went to her and took her hand softly. "How did he die; tell me, my friend?" said she. "Madame, M. le Baron, who could no longer leave his armchair, was struck a week ago by an attack of apoplexy.
"And you replied?" "That the wound was not dangerous, and in twenty-four hours would be well." "She seemed pleased?" "Charmed; for she cried, 'I am very glad of that." "My dear M. Remy, I will make your fortune. Well?" "That was all; I had no more to do; and the voice said, 'M. Remy " "She knew your name?"
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