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One Prussian escaped and ran; but the ten who had been stationed on the Servigny road were now guarding the entrance from Noisseville. Fevrier had no fears of him. He pressed upon a new man, drove him against the wall, and the man shouted in despair: "A moi!" "You, Philippe?" exclaimed Fevrier. "That was a timely cry," and he sprang back.
And they took a stroll along the water, speaking only of commonplace things. The following day, early in the morning, Yvette went out alone to the place where Servigny had read her the history of the ants. She said to herself: "I am not going away from this spot without having formed a resolution."
The Marquise, disturbed, waited a moment, and, as Yvette said nothing more, she asked: "How did he tell you that? Explain yourself!" Then the young girl, sitting at her mother's feet, in a coaxing attitude common with her, and clasping her hands, added: "He asked me to marry him." Madame Obardi made a sudden gesture of stupefaction and cried: "Servigny! Why! you are crazy!"
Servigny, who was looking at them, said: "If you like, Mam'zelle, we will take a walk on the island after dinner." "Oh, yes! That will be delightful. We will go all alone, won't we, Muscade?" "Yes, all alone, Mam'zelle!" The vast silence of the horizon, the sleepy tranquillity of the evening captured heart, body, and voice.
As they were leaving the Cafe Riche, Jean de Servigny said to Leon Saval: "If you don't object, let us walk. The weather is too fine to take a cab." His friend answered: "I would like nothing better." Jean replied: "It is hardly eleven o'clock. We shall arrive much before midnight, so let us go slowly."
She drank in this air which was so good, her eyes closed, her heart reposing in the yet pervading intoxication of the drug, and she had no longer at all the desire to die, but a strong, imperious wish to live, to be happy no matter how to be loved, yes, to be loved. Servigny repeated: "Mam'zelle Yvette, listen to me." And she decided to open her eyes. He continued, as he saw her reviving: "Come!
Muscade pleases me, and is always deserting me, and that is what annoys me." Servigny bowed profoundly, saying: "I will never leave you any more, Mam'zelle, neither day nor night." She made a gesture of horror: "My goodness! no what do you mean? You are all right during the day, but at night you might embarrass me." With an air of impertinence he asked: "And why?"
She was not at all astonished at this deed, and she looked at Servigny, who had come to her side she knew not how. He was fishing also, and drew out of the river a wooden horse. Then she had anew the feeling of awaking, and she heard some one calling down stairs. Her mother had said: "Put out the candle." Then Servigny's voice rose, clear and jesting: "Put out your candle, Mam'zelle Yvette."
She lived tranquilly, too joyous in her life to worry herself about what might appear suspicious to creatures more calm, thoughtful, reserved, less cordial, and sunny. But now, all at once, Servigny, by a few words, the brutality of which she felt without understanding them, awakened in her a sudden disquietude, unreasoning at first, but which grew into a tormenting apprehension.
When she saw Servigny her face immediately lighted up, and turning toward him she said: "You know, my dear Duke, that I have just leased a villa at Bougival for two months, and I count upon your coming to see me there, and upon your friend also. Listen. We take possession next Monday, and shall expect both of you to dinner the following Saturday. We shall keep you over Sunday."
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