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Updated: June 4, 2025
"What is to be ready at six?" I asked. "Some refreshments for Mme. Delhasse," he answered readily. "You order refreshments from the stable?" "I was shouting to the scullery: the door is, as you will perceive, sir, there to the left." Now I knew that this was a lie, and I might very likely have said as much, had not the Duke of Saint-Maclou at this moment come into the room.
Almost opposite the northern porch of the church, we find the entrance to what was formerly the burying ground of Saint-Maclou, which answered the same purpose in Rouen, as that of the SAINT-INNOCENTS, in Paris. M.E.-H. Langlois has discovered, on the columns of the buildings which surrounded this ancient churchyard, the fragments, unfortunately almost shapeless, of a macabre dance.
But I fear all is not well." "I pray you to speak plainly. Where is she?" "I do not know where she is. What I know, sir, you shall know, for I believe you come in honesty. This morning some two hours ago a carriage drove from the town here. Mme. Delhasse was in it, and with her the Duke of Saint-Maclou. I could not refuse to let the woman see her daughter.
"I might return your question," said I, looking her in the face. "Will you answer it?" she said, flushing red. "No, Mlle. Delhasse, I will not," said I. "What is the meaning of this 'absence' of the Duchess of Saint-Maclou which that man talks about so meaningly?" Then I said, speaking low and slow: "Who are the friends whom you are on your way to visit?" "Who are you?" she cried.
So that she reproved me, adding: "You can hardly speak the truth in all that you say: for at first, you know, you were more than half in love with the Duchess of Saint-Maclou." For a moment I was silenced.
Now the manner in which the Duchess of Saint-Maclou saw fit to treat me who was desirous only of serving her on this occasion went far to make me disgusted with the whole affair into which I had been drawn.
At any rate, be the reason what it may, I did not seriously doubt that Marie Delhasse had cut the cords which bound her by a hasty flight from Avranches; and my conviction was deepened by my knowledge that an evening train left for Paris just about half an hour after Marie, having played her trick on her mother and on the Duke of Saint-Maclou, had walked out of the hotel, no man and no woman hindering her.
And for an instance of what I say if indeed a further example than my own be needed, which should not be the case let us look at the Duchess of Saint-Maclou herself. For, if I were half in love with the duchess, which I by no means admit, modesty shall not blind me from holding that the duchess was as good a half in love with me.
Thus, if Marie Delhasse had been stern to the Duke of Saint-Maclou when he lay dying, his wife avenged him to the full and more. For at the words, at the sight of the duchess' disdainful face and of my troubled look, Marie uttered a cry and reeled and sank half-fainting in my arms. "Oh, drive on!" said the Duchess of Saint-Maclou in a wearied tone. And away they drove, leaving us two alone.
"He won't take it either," said I to myself, and with a muttered curse I dropped the wretched thing back in the pocket of my coat, wishing much evil to everyone who had any hand in bringing me into connection with it, from his Eminence the Cardinal Armand de Saint-Maclou down to the waiter at the hotel. Slowly and in great gloom of mind I climbed the hill again.
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