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Updated: May 14, 2025
What a splendid position you have reached." "Yes; I have married a charming woman," replied the Prince, coldly. "And what a fortune!" insisted the financier. "Ah, it is worthy of the lot of a great lord such as you are! Oh, you are like those masterpieces of art which need a splendidly carved frame! Well, you have your frame, and well gilt too!" He laughed and seemed pleased at Serge's happiness.
She placed her hands on Serge's shoulder, and with a deep sigh gave herself up. A profound silence reigned around. Suddenly a sound of approaching voices roused them, and at the same moment the heavy curtain which separated the room from the adjoining drawing-room was lifted. A shadow appeared on the threshold, as they were still in each other's arms.
Marcus stepped back to the spot where his own encounter had taken place, and looked round again for a few moments, but though he could see several prostrate bodies Serge's was not one, and going on and on in the dim starlight he was to some extent able to follow the course of the fighting men by those they had left behind, till he grew confused as to his position and began to retrace his steps.
They formed one sole, supremely lovely being. Albine's snowy skin was but the whiteness of Serge's browner skin. And slowly they passed along clothed with sunlight nay, they were themselves the sun worshipped by the low bending flowers. A tide of emotion now stirred the Paradou to its depths.
Albine's head was cast back, her eyes were tightly closed, and she scarce drew her breath. Serge's caressing words enraptured her: 'Do you really, really love me? she murmured, without opening her eyes. Serge remained silent, sorely troubled that he could find nothing further to say to prove to her the force of his love.
The sheep will be back in the fold before the shepherd comes to count them." A dark presentiment crossed Serge's mind, and he was afraid. At that moment, when his fate was being decided, he hesitated to go deeper into the rut where he had already been walking too long. He stood silent and undecided. Confused thoughts crowded his brain; his temples throbbed, and a buzzing noise sounded in his ears.
He turned toward Micheline with exquisite grace and said: "Your mother receives her friends this evening, I think, Mademoiselle; I shall have the honor of paying my respects to her." And taking leave of Jeanne with a smile, and of Pierre with a courteous bow, he left, accompanied by Cayrol. Serge's departure was a relief to Micheline.
He had then explained to her that the sound of the bell would aggravate and intensify Serge's fever, that the religious pictures and statuettes scattered about his room would fill his brain with hallucinations, and that entirely new surroundings were necessary if he was to be restored to health and strength and peacefulness of mind.
For hours together she would roam about the spacious dismal room, and as she passed before the mirror and saw herself darkening in it, she thought she had become hideous. One morning, however, as she raised his pillows, not daring to try again the broken spell of her hands, she fancied that she once more caught the first day's smile on Serge's lips. 'Open the shutters, he said faintly.
Le Bride, with his inseparable friend, Du Tremblay, escorting Lady Harton, Serge's beautiful cousin, who had caused Micheline some anxiety on the day of her marriage, but whom she no longer feared; then the Prince and Princess Odescalchi, Venetian nobles, followed by Monsieur Clement Souverain, a young Belgian, starter of the Nice races, a great pigeon shot, and a mad leader of cotillons.
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