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"That's all very well," said Coralie, "but after having grown ugly I don't think I should mind anything else." I clapped my hands. "I think," said I, "if M. Struboff will pardon the supposition, that madame will be allowed to escape perdition. For, see, she will stand up and she will say quite calmly, with that adorable smile of hers " "They don't mind smiles there, sire," put in Varvilliers.
Varvilliers' feet were on firm ground; on what shaking uncertain bog of mingled impulses, emotions, fancies, and delusions might not those who blamed him be found themselves to stand? I am confident that he spoke without premeditation, with no desire to win a proselyte, merely as man to man, in unaffected intimacy.
"The King is not a fool; he doesn't suppose that people forget what he is." "You've judged him on short acquaintance," said Varvilliers, rather vexed. "It's my way; and why shouldn't I give my opinion?" Wetter laughed, and said to the Frenchman: "You had better not ask for your character, I think, Vicomte." "Heavens, no!" cried he. "Come, I see Monseigneur all alone!"
Before more could happen there was a loud rapping at the door, and the handle was twisted furiously. Somebody cried, "Go for a doctor!" Then came Varvilliers' voice, "You go, Wetter. We trust you to go. Who the devil's at the door?" He sprang across and opened it. Vohrenlorf was asking me in trembling whispers where I was hit. I paid no heed to him.
Varvilliers and Vohrenlorf seemed to regard him with a sort of wonder. At the risk of ridicule I must confess to something of the same feeling. Yes, even I myself was a little surprised that Wetter should meet me in a duel. But, while I was surprised, I was glad. "I am greatly indebted to M. Wetter," I said, returning his bow, "in that he does not insist on my disabilities."
"'You can't send me to hell because I have not pretended. I have been myself, and I didn't make myself. I can't go to hell with the pretenders." "But to heaven with the kings?" asked Varvilliers. "With the kings who have not also been pretenders," said I. "Nom de Dieu," said she, "I believe that I shall escape, after all. So you and I will be separated, Wetter." "No, no," he protested.
Varvilliers and Vohrenlorf, men of unblemished honour, were firm in their assertions and unshaken in their evidence; Wetter's obvious consternation at the event was invoked as confirmatory evidence. As soon as I was able to give my account, my voice and authority were cast decisively into the same scale. Men might suspect and women might gossip.
I would not have people forget often what I am; but now and then it is pleasant to be no more than what I myself am. And the two there, Wetter and Varvilliers, were the nearest to friends that I have known. One went back to his country, the other the deuce knew where. I should be alone. Alone I made my way back from Wetter's house, alone and on foot.
Here again, at Varvilliers' own request, I put no questions to my mother. Finally I was informed that the Bartensteins had offered themselves for a visit. Again I put no questions to my mother. I determined, however, not to be laid on the shelf again for three months, if I could help it.
Apparently he was not content; he pushed his chair back with a noise and called to me: "Shall we smoke? I have eaten enough." "With all my heart," I answered. "In fact he has eaten too much," observed Coralie, by no means in an "aside." "He and I we both eat too much. He is fat already. I shall be." "You are talkative to-night, mademoiselle," said Varvilliers, who was offering her a cigarette.
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