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The old man's face flushed, and he said in a grave voice, taking his sister's hand: "Mademoiselle Planus, my sister, I ask your pardon for having made you take this step; but the honor of the house of Fromont was at stake." From that moment Sigismond became more and more depressed. His cash-box no longer seemed to him safe or secure.
If old times' gossip suits the 'Review, please send the proofs to me here to Kensington Palace whence, if I be away, they will be forwarded to me. Yours very faithfully, A few days later came the following letter from Count Adam Krasinski, to whom, when at Foxholes, Reeve had given the letters of his grandfather, Sigismond Krasinski. Royalin, September 10th.
Sigismond proposed to him to go to Montrouge for the night; he declined on the plea of fatigue, and when he was left alone in the Marais, at that dismal and uncertain hour when the daylight has faded and the gas is still unlighted, he walked instinctively toward his old quarters on the Rue de Braque. At the hall door hung a placard: Bachelor's Chamber to let.
But that some one can not see him at this moment, and the master takes advantage of the fact to bestow a hearty greeting upon the old bookkeeper, Sigismond, who comes out last of all, erect and red-faced, imprisoned in a high collar and bareheaded whatever the weather for fear of apoplexy. He and Risler are fellow-countrymen.
Really, it's too bad to burden you with my melancholy." "Ah! my old friend, you can arrange just such happiness as ours for yourself," said honest Sigismond with beaming face. "I have my sister, you have your brother. What do we lack?" Risler smiled vaguely. He fancied himself already installed with Frantz in a quiet little quakerish house like that.
Bajazet, the sultan, returned exultant from this great victory, and resumed the siege of Constantinople, which ere long fell into the hands of the Turks. Amurath, who was sultan at the time of the death of Sigismond, thought the moment propitious for extending his conquests.
Ah! had he dared, how he would have liked to ask Sigismond for it! One day the temptation was too strong. He was alone in the office. The old cashier had gone out to luncheon, leaving the key in his drawer, a most extraordinary thing. Risler could not resist. He opened the drawer, moved the papers, and searched for his letter. It was not there.
That enchanted Risler, who smiled at Sigismond from the corner of his eye, too overjoyed at feeling the touch of that little gloved hand on his neck, to notice that she was trembling to the ends of her slender fingers. "Give me your arm," she said to him, and they returned together to the salons.
But the window is wide open." Sigismond, greatly surprised, went and knocked at his friend's door. "Risler! Risler!" He called in great anxiety: "Risler, are you there? Are you asleep?" There was no reply. He opened the door. The room was cold. It was evident that the damp air had been blowing in all night through the open window.
And yet," the good man would add by force of habit, "and yet I haf no gonfidence." "Never fear, Monsieur Sigismond, I am here," the judge would reply. "You're not going away yet, are you, my dear Frantz?" "No, no not yet. I have an important matter to finish up first." "Ah! so much the better." The important matter to which Frantz referred was his marriage to Desiree Delobelle.
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