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Updated: May 3, 2025
"Beautiful, a genius, sick and alone no husband, no child, and you used her so! That is why I shall kill you to-night. We will fight for it." Yes, but surely the man was mad, and the thing to do was to humour him, to gain time. To humour a madman that is what one always advised, therefore Stolphe would make the pourparler, as the French say.
The jail before the river!" called a cool, sharp, sour voice; and on the edge of the trembling platform overhanging the river, Hugo Stolphe was dragged back from the plunge downward he was about to take, with Jean Jacques' hand at his throat.
You shall have your chance to live, but I shall throw you in the river, and you can then fight the river. The current is swift, the banks are steep and high as a house down below there. Now, I am ready...!" He had need to be, for Stolphe was quick, kicking the chair from beneath him, and throwing himself heavily on Jean Jacques.
I want to know that," Stolphe demanded. Jean Jacques' hands were opening and shutting. "Because I want to talk to you. If you don't sit down, I'll give you no chance at all. . . . Sit down!"
Jean Jacques was smaller than Stolphe, but he was all whipcord and leather; the other was sleek and soft, but powerful too; and he had one of those savage natures which go blind with hatred, and which fight like beasts. He glanced swiftly round the room. "There is no weapon here," said Jean Jacques, nodding. "I have put everything away so you could not hurt me if you wanted.... Sit down!"
Suddenly Stolphe laughed outright, a crackling, mirthless, ironical laugh; for it really was absurdity made sublime that this man, who had been abandoned by his wife, should now want to kill one who had abandoned her! This outdid Don Quixote over and over. "Well, what do you want?" he asked. "I want you to fight," said Jean Jacques. "That is the way. That was Carmen's view.
I want to know that," Stolphe demanded. Jean Jacques' hands were opening and shutting. "Because I want to talk to you. If you don't sit down, I'll give you no chance at all.... Sit down!"
"My wife always and always and at the last there in my arms." Stolphe temporized. "I never knew you. She did not leave you because of me. She came to me because because I was there for her to come to, and you weren't there. Why do you want to do me any harm?" He still must be careful, for undoubtedly the man was mad his eyes were too bright.
"She treated you pretty bad, didn't she not much heart, had Carmen!" he added. "Sit down. I want to talk to you," said Jean Jacques, motioning to two chairs by a table at the side of the room. This table was in the middle of the room when the man under the lamp-Hugo Stolphe was his name had left it last. Why had the table been moved? "Why should I sit down, and what are you doing here?
He had read two letters addressed to Carmen by the man Hugo Stolphe who had left her to her fate; and there was a grim devouring thing in him which would break loose, if ever the man crossed his path.
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