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"I will go and secure the connection for you," he said; "I will wait for you downstairs." The Count made a scarcely perceptible gesture, as if to stop him; but he restrained himself and followed the girl in silence out of the room. He rang, the lift stopped before them, empty. Albert Styvens went forward, but Esperance drew back, and then she said, quickly, "I will go down by the stairs."
Count Styvens saw the girl coming to him on the Duke's arm, and he did not suffer from the sight; his suffering for the last two days had been too extreme to feel upset by any increase. He took Esperance to the door of the Tower. "You were lovelier than ever before." He kissed her fingers devotedly. The young girl felt a tiny tear fall like a terrible weight on her hand.
The long supple green algaes, swelling along their stems into little round beads, like beads of jade, looked as though they wore some Chinese costume. As the album grew it gave promise of wonderful surprises. On the first of September Francois Darbois received a letter from Count Styvens, asking permission to come and submit to him a philosophical work that he had just finished.
"No, no. What? It is impossible.... You are not ill.... Leave me, dear sir.... I ... I must..." He stammered unintelligible phrases, hastening his steps. Maurice re-entered the hall. He met the musician Xavier Flamand, who said, "I just saw the Count Styvens go out." "At this hour?" exclaimed Montagnac, looking at the Duke. "He has gone to meet his mother at the station.
She compared the dignified and honourable affection of the Count with the offensive attitude of the Duke. Her thoughts flew to Madame Styvens as to a refuge. She was possessed of great tenderness towards this charming woman, whose life of purity and goodness won the admiration of all who knew her.
The Duke's face grew stern. "No one, I give you my word, but I have guessed; it was not very difficult...." "Then, my dear Maurice, I must ask you to remain absolutely silent. None of our seconds know the real reason of our meeting. None of them will ever know. This duel will be to the death, by the wish of Count Styvens, who has found himself justifiably offended." "Where will you meet?"
Esperance shrieked, "These arms, these arms, loosen these arms which are strangling me ... Deliver me, deliver me from these arms ... I am choking...." They had some difficulty in freeing her. Her pupils dilated by terror, she was hardly able to breathe. The Doctor did not disguise his anxiety. "Save her, Doctor," said the Countess Styvens, "save my daughter.
All the other servants were forbidden to approach the Tower. The Countess Styvens, accompanied by the Duke de Castel-Montjoie, the Prince and Princess de Bernecourt, and the Baron van Berger, had taken the body of her son to be buried in the great family mausoleum which she had raised to the memory of her husband at her country place of Lacken.
"No, he has never been presented." "No, look out for the love of the immaculate Albert," said mockingly a beautiful woman with bold eyes, glancing toward the stall occupied by Albert and his mother; but her eyes widened at seeing the Duke enter to present his compliments to the Countess Styvens. A few minutes later he was seen to go out with Count Albert.
The philosopher drew his daughter on his knee. "Very well. We will not mention music to your lover." The word had slipped out but it stung the young girl, however, she would not let her resentment appear. "So," she thought, "they all accept the courting of Albert Styvens. My father himself is part of the conspiracy against me." She led Genevieve outside and confided to her her apprehensions.
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