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Wishing to put an end to her present painful situation, she said to Rodin, in a low and trembling voice, "Pray, sir, speak to the prince; repeat to him my offers. I cannot remain longer." So saying, Adrienne turned, as if to rejoin Florine. But, at the first step, Djalma sprang towards her with the bound of a tiger, about to be deprived of his prey.
"May this visit of his eminence," said the young priest, calmly, "be more profitable to Father Rodin than the last!" Cardinal Malipieri was crossing the garden, on his way to the apartment occupied by Rodin.
But the cardinal, not without disgust, shook with his gloved hand the arm of the Jesuit, and repeated in a louder voice: "My reverend and very dear father, answer me, I conjure you!" Rodin could not restrain a movement of angry impatience, but he continued silent.
"But suppose a woman were concerned," cried Rodin, driven to extremity, and hastening after the young Indian, for he really feared that Djalma might rush from the house, and thus overthrow all his projects. At the last words of Rodin the Indian stopped abruptly. "A woman!" said he, with a start, and turning red. "A woman is concerned?"
Had it not been for the rapid movement of his fingers, as, bending over the desk, he scratched along with his pen, M. Rodin might have been mistaken for a corpse. Whilst the darkness of the day increased the gloom of the large, cold, naked-looking apartment, there was something awful in the chilling aspect of this man, tracing his mysterious characters in the midst of profound silence.
"It's not here," said he, moving towards the stairs. "I do not know him. Inquire above or below." "No, you don't! giving yourself airs at your age!" said Rose-Pompon, shrugging her shoulders. "As if we did not know that you are M. Rodin." "Charlemagne," said the socius, bowing; "Charlemagne, to serve you if I am able."
A second after, Father Caboccini of Rome entered the room and was left alone with Rodin. The Reverend Father Caboccini, the Roman Jesuit who now came to visit Rodin, was a short man of about thirty years of age, plump, in good condition, and with an abdomen that swelled out his black cassock. The good little father was blind with one eye, but his remaining organ of vision sparkled with vivacity.
"Not having the disadvantage of being an old wolf, and still less an old thief," said Rodin, quietly, "you will permit me, sir, to take no account of the pursuit of hunters and police. As for the reproaches made me, I have a very simple method of answering I do not say of justifying myself I never justify myself " "You don't say!" said the count.
"But, for heaven's sake, tell me the cause of this anger," resumed Adrienne; "above all, do not trust to appearances. Calm yourself, and listen." "Calm myself, madame!" cried Dagobert, in despair; "I can think only of one thing, ma dame of the arrival of Marshal Simon he will be in Paris to-day or to-morrow." "Is it possible?" said Adrienne. Rodin started with surprise and joy.
"Yes, yes! a voluntary prison," said Rodin. "'On these conditions, you will receive a pension of one thousand francs a month, to begin from your departure from Paris, ten thousand francs down, and twenty thousand at the end of the six months the whole to be completely secured to you. Finally, at the end of the six months, we will place you in a position both honorable and independent."
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