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"I dare not; he would be picked up himself. Dogs are getting very valuable: they sell for 50 francs apiece. Come, De Breze, where are we to dine?" "I and Savarin can dine at the London Tavern upon rat pate or jugged cat. But it would be impertinence to invite a satrap like yourself who has a whole dog in his larder a dish of 50 francs a dish for a king. Adieu, my dear Frederic. Allons, Savarin."
Wrapt in her own happy thoughts, she would not have noticed change in faces yet more familiar to her than that of her young admirer. "Isaura," said Madame Savarin, "I suspect there are moral causes for our friend's failing health. Why should I disguise my meaning? You know well how madly he is in love with you, and have you denied him hope?"
The Venosta wept at the thought of missing some lively soiree, and Savarin laughed at her shrinking fastidiousness as that of a child's ignorance of the world. Insensibly to herself the tone of this work had changed as it proceeded. It had begun seriously indeed, but in the seriousness there was a certain latent joy.
"By the way," said Graham, with a tone of admirably-feigned indifference, "who is the happy man? That part of the secret I did not hear." "Can't you guess?" "Gustave Rameau." "Ah!" Graham almost shrieked, so sharp and shrill was his cry. "Ah! I ought indeed to have guessed that!" "Madame Savarin, I fancy, helped to make up the marriage.
"By the way," said Graham, with a tone of admirably-feigned indifference, "who is the happy man? That part of the secret I did not hear." "Can't you guess?" "Gustave Rameau." "Ah!" Graham almost shrieked, so sharp and shrill was his cry. "Ah! I ought indeed to have guessed that!" "Madame Savarin, I fancy, helped to make up the marriage.
"But," said Savarin, "the paragraph you refer to hints that that story is a groundless calumny, and that the true reason for De Mauleon's voluntary self-exile was a very common one among young Parisians, he had lavished away his fortune. He returns, when, either by heritage or his own exertions, he has secured elsewhere a competence."
Isaura's manuscript bad passed into print; it came out in the French fashion of feuilletons, a small detachment at a time. A previous flourish of trumpets by Savarin and the clique at his command insured it attention, if not from the general public, at least from critical and literary coteries.
This it is which makes the Press more dangerous in France than it is in any other country. Elsewhere the Press sometimes leads, sometimes follows, public opinion. Here there is no public opinion to consult, and instead of opinion the Press represents passion." "My dear Colonel Morley," said Savarin, "I hear you very often say that a Frenchman cannot understand America.
I hope it may turn out well; certainly it will be his salvation. May it be for her happiness!" "No doubt of that! Two poets-born for each other, I dare say. Adieu, my dear Savarin! Here we are at the embassy." That evening Graham found himself in the coupe of the express train to Strasbourg. He had sent to engage the whole coupe to himself, but that was impossible.
"A woman like her," answered De Mauleon, "always finds a fascination in self-sacrifice." "I think you divine the truth," said Savarin, rather mournfully. "But I must bid you good-bye. May we live to shake hands reunis sons des meilleurs auspices."
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