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And with a look, she pointed out a group of men who were looking at them from a little distance. Said Servigny to her: "As many follies as YOU may please, Mam'zelle." In speaking to Yvette, Servigny never used the word "Mademoiselle," by reason of his close and long intimacy with her. Then Saval asked: "Why does Mademoiselle always call my friend Servigny 'Muscade'?"
A bird twittered in a park at the left, ceaselessly reiterating a tender little theme. "It is time to go back," said Saval. They returned, and as Servigny entered his room, he saw the horizon all pink through his open windows. Then he shut the blinds, drew the thick, heavy curtains, went back to bed and fell asleep. He dreamed of Yvette all through his slumber. An odd noise awoke him.
A cool freshness of damp earth permeated the air under the lofty and clustered branches, where there seemed to be as many nightingales as there were leaves. A distant piano began to play a popular waltz. Servigny took Yvette's arm and very gently slipped his hand around her waist and gave her a slight hug. "What are you thinking about?" he said. "I? About nothing at all. I am very happy!"
Her mother entered distracted, and threw her self upon her. "Tell me what is the matter with her, what is the matter with her?" Servigny picked up the bottle of chloroform which had fallen upon the floor. "She has drugged herself," said he. He placed his ear to her heart; then he added: "But she is not dead; we can resuscitate her. Have you any ammonia?"
Servigny murmured: "Oh, yes, there is," and leaped feet foremost into the river. His plunge cast a splash over as far as Yvette's feet. A murmur of astonishment and gaiety arose in the crowd. Then the young girl picked up from the ground a little piece of wood, and throwing it into the stream: "Fetch it," she cried.
Saval and Servigny arrived at ten o'clock. The young girl gave her hand with reserve, without embarrassment, and in a tone, familiar though grave, she said: "Good morning, Muscade, are you well?" "Good morning, Mam'zelle, fairly, thanks, and you?" He was watching her. "What comedy will she play me," he said to himself.
Ten men will watch on the Lanvallier road, ten on the Servigny, ten on the Montay, twenty will follow me. March!" An hour ago Lieutenant Fevrier was in command of fifty men who slouched along with their hands in their pockets, robbed even of self-respect. Now he had fifty armed and disciplined soldiers, men alert and inspired. So much difference a chassepôt apiece had made.
"I am listening, my child," she said; "what is it?" Yvette gave her a piercing look, as if to read the depths of her soul and to seize all the sensations which her words might awake. "It is this. Something strange has just happened." "What can it be?" "Monsieur de Servigny has told me that he loves me."
She took Monsieur de Belvigne's arm and set the pace for the others. "Come, you shall form my battalion, Servigny. I choose you as sergeant; you will keep outside the ranks, on the right. You will make the foreign guard march in front the two exotics, the Prince, and the Chevalier and in the rear the two recruits who have enlisted to-day. Come!" They started.
Others fell upon her dress, others upon her hair, while others going over her head fell upon the bed, covering it with a rain of flowers. The Marquise, in a choking voice, cried: "Come, Yvette, answer." Then Servigny declared: "Truly this is not natural; I am going to climb up by the balcony." But the Chevalier grew indignant. "Now, let me do it," he said.
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