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Updated: May 19, 2025
Stephane is painfully astonished at the friendship which his father displays towards me. "He has the power of loving then, and does not love me? It is because I am destestable!" Poor innocent! It is certain that in spite of himself, the Count has begun to like me.
Gilbert felt himself near stifling, and as soon as he could, left the table. Fortunately no one followed him onto the terrace. Stephane had no more flowers to cultivate, and went to shut himself up in his high tower.
After several minutes of this violent exercise, he trotted away, followed by his inseparable Ivan, leaving Gilbert to his reflections, which were not the most agreeable. He had experienced in talking with Stephane an uneasiness, a secret trouble which had never oppressed him before.
I tell you again, that this little ceremony will gain for each of you a bright dollar, and you will afterwards have the happiness of knowing that you have learned to do something which you can't do too well if you want to get on in this world." The seven children looked at Stephane with a sheepish air and open mouths. Not one of them stirred.
Wilhelm alone, remembering his recent treatment, darted into a path nearby and disappeared in the bushes. The troop of children stopped a dozen paces from Stephane and formed in a group, the little ones hiding behind the larger.
At the same moment a voice, carried by the wind from the great square tower, cried to him: "Monsieur, the grand vizier, don't forget to burn plenty of candles to the devil! this is the advice which your most faithful subject gives you in return for the profound lessons of wisdom with which you favored his inexperience to-day!" It was thus Gilbert learned Stephane was his neighbor.
Poor Stephane, what will he say? August 20th. It is very singular! Yesterday I expected to find him in a state of despair. He was gay, smiling. "I was sure," said he, "that I should pay dearly for that unlucky burst of laughter.
When the Count entered, Gilbert was pacing the further end of the hall, and Stephane, with his back turned, was attentively observing one of the carved figures upon the wainscoting. M. Leminof, stopping at the threshold of the door, looked at them both with a quizzical air. "It was time for me to arrive," said he, laughing. "This is an embarrassing tete-a-tete."
As Ivan prepared to go, Gilbert detained him to ask news of Stephane. The serf had been very discreet, and had related the adventure upon the terrace to his master without compromising anyone. The only trouble he had had was in persuading him that it was not on a sign from Stephane that the dog had attacked Gilbert.
He imagined he could see Stephane, pale, disheveled, despair in her eyes; he thought he could see a knife in her hands, the slender blade flashing in the darkness of the night. Terrified by these horrible fancies, he turned a deaf ear to prudential counsels, suspended his ladder, descended, crossed the roofs, clambered up the window, and sprang into the room.
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