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Updated: June 6, 2025
"She must not be left for a second," he said. "Two people must watch so that she need never be left alone." The Duke kissed the limp little hand, and recoiled his lips touched her engagement ring. As he went out he met the Countess Styvens and hardly recognized her, so terribly was she changed. She stopped him. "Do not leave. I know from my son that it was he who provoked you.
"Yes indeed, Mademoiselle," he continued in his easy, agreeable manner, "we hear that you have captivated Count Styvens with your playing, and as perhaps you know he is recognized as being quite a dilettante authority." Esperance strived to speak, but nervousness prevented her. She sat down quickly beside the Countess, and crept close to her.
And the unhappy child, stifling her sobs, hid her head in the pillow. Two days later, the Countess, her son and the Baron left for Brussels. Madame Styvens had questioned Esperance very adroitly, and she left Penhouet with a pretty good idea of her tastes and preferences. It was then the end of August, and the banns were to be published for November.
Darbois; this is the first time that you have worn it, isn't it? Count, I compliment you!" "Mme. Styvens has just given it to me." The Duke understood the embarrassment the child felt not yet eighteen, and forced to extricate herself from nets set by such expert hands as best she could. At half-past two the great hall was crowded by women vying with each other in their beauty.
I love Countess Styvens very deeply. I am touched by Albert's love, I see that I shall be forced by loyalty to renounce the theatre; I shall be torn by regret, for I fear my life will be spoiled, and I am not yet twenty!" She was sitting on her bed, looking so forlorn that Genevieve slipped down beside her and drew the little blonde head to her shoulder.
The philosopher and his wife were sitting with Genevieve behind the Styvens. Sometimes the Countess would turn around to compliment Francois, and the unfortunate man, so frank, whose whole life had never known deceit, suffered cruelly. There was an intermission to set the stage for the concert.
And she recalled the hallucination or vision she had seen in her own mirror at home, on the day when she had tried to interrogate destiny. Count Albert Styvens was standing on the platform before her, holding out his arms, his hands open. Totally dazed without understanding herself why it should be so, the young girl closed her eyes. She felt herself lifted, and set down upon the ground.
She risks nothing except a slight fatigue, and she is performing a good work. It may be that she is the real doctor." A telegram from Madame Styvens announced that she would arrive next day with the doctor who had attended Albert from childhood, and a friend. She asked that rooms be reserved at the hotel at Palais.
The Duke de Morlay-La-Branche, sitting beside the Princess, said to her, loud enough for all to hear, "Albert Styvens is entirely right: they are people of a very different order. They are a very refreshing trio for Parisian society." Everyone kept quiet and listened to what the Duke had to say.
Albert cannot marry an actress. I realize that the Darbois family is very respectable; the young girl seems to me above reproach or criticism, but she must give up this career. The Countess Styvens is not for the public eye, and if she loves him...." "But she does not love him." Van Berger was silenced for a moment. "What do you say? She does not love him. And you approve of such a union?"
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