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Updated: June 6, 2025
Count Styvens belonged to the foreign diplomacy and was very particular, and no one had infringed on his privacy since the little affair in the Brussels music hall. That left only Jean Perliez, who was merely sincere and pathetic; the public did not want to read that kind of thing! So much for the little journalist.
The Duke said humbly, "I will leave you." And then kneeling before her, "Forgive me, I am going; I am leaving you ... but I entreat you to forgive me." He was sincere in what he said. Both girls felt it. Esperance had risen gently. "I am betrothed to Count Styvens," she said. "You know that.
A journalist, thin, blonde, very young, just beginning his career, had followed the Duke and the Count behind the scenes. He accompanied them into Esperance's little room and described what happened us follows: "She was holding the two cards, there in the midst of the overpowering odour of gardenias. She blushed when she heard the name of the Duke, Albert Styvens was presenting to her.
He was warmly thanked for his pretty flowers, several blossoms of which each girl had pinned to her dress. When the fish appeared, Maurice rose gravely. "This magnificent fish, sir," he said to Albert Styvens, "was caught by me for you; it is for you to decide whether to share it with us or whether you prefer to eat it alone."
Almost terrified, she got up and walked about to calm herself, to conquer the instinct which her reason told her was wrong. Still under the strain of the emotions of the triumphal day, and to escape the disagreeable thought the sight of the radiant gardenias provoked in her, she began to write a long letter to the Countess Styvens. That soothed her nervousness a little.
Albert knew that his mother was a great friend of this lady. He told the Countess and the Princess, and it was agreed that they should both go to this conference. When the Professor was presented it would be easy for the Princess to say that Countess Styvens was anxious to meet again her little friend of Brussels, then the invitation could easily follow.
It seems to me that the happiness of your cousin might count before any friendship for Albert Styvens." "But where is her real happiness, I might say her lasting happiness?" The moon had risen radiantly pure. From their elevation on the terrace, they could overlook all the garden and park sloping gently to the lake. In a boat two young girls were rowing. They were alone.
"Yes, the Duke." "I do not love him," she answered frightened. "At moments I even hate him, and...." "And?" insisted the young man, pressing the hand he was still holding. "... I am happy to be your fiancee!!!" Her voice vibrated, her eyes were tender with gratitude. During the dinner Countess Styvens announced that she must go next day.
But Madame Darbois, made loquacious by her husband's success, recounted everything at length and the triumph obtained by her husband in every detail. The invitation to dine at the Belgian Minister's rather dismayed, in truth distressed, Esperance. Her joy in her father's success was diminished by this prospect. Count Styvens was certainly not unaware of this unexpected invitation.
"The Countess Styvens," said Esperance slowly. As the sweet face of the mother came before her mind's eye she began to tremble all over. Maurice had followed the girls into the grove, and he found them now in each other's arms. "Genevieve," said Esperance, "not a word of what I have said!" "Have you both gone crazy?
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