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I am only going to try my pistols under the lime-trees." "Oh! monsieur," cried Victorine, clasping her hands as she spoke, "why do you want to kill M. Eugene?" Vautrin stepped back a pace or two, and gazed at Victorine. "Oh! this is something fresh!" he exclaimed in a bantering tone, that brought the color into the poor girl's face. "That young fellow yonder is very nice, isn't he?" he went on.
Imagine what my anxiety will be during the evening when 'Vautrin' is being acted. He was very nervous beforehand, and told Leon Gozlan that he was afraid there would be a terrible disaster. The plot of the play is extraordinary and impossible.
As soon as possible on the following morning he asked Vautrin whether the bill he had given was still in the other's possession; and on receiving a reply in the affirmative, he repaid the three thousand francs with a not unnatural relief. "Everything is going on well," said Vautrin. "But I am not your accomplice," said Eugene. "I know, I know," Vautrin broke in. "You are still acting like a child.
He runs about after her like a little dog." "Lord!" said Sylvie, flinging up her head, "those old maids are up to all sorts of tricks." "There's that poor M. Vautrin that they made out to be a convict," the widow went on. "Well, you know that is too much for me, Sylvie; I can't bring myself to believe it.
In his own mind he had completely surrendered himself to Vautrin, and deliberately shut his eyes to the motive for the friendship which that extraordinary man professed for him, nor would he look to the consequences of such an alliance. Nothing short of a miracle could extricate him now out of the gulf into which he had walked an hour ago, when he exchanged vows in the softest whispers with Mlle.
For those readers who now make the acquaintance of the dramas, we would say briefly that the Balzac Theatre comprises five plays Vautrin, Les Ressources de Quinola, Pamela Giraud, La Maratre, and Mercadet. These plays are in prose.
"Lack-a-day!" said the widow. "Oh! mamma dear, suppose it should really happen as that kind M. Vautrin said!" said Victorine with a sigh as she looked at her hands. The two women were alone together. "Why, it wouldn't take much to bring it to pass," said the elderly lady; "just a fall from his horse, and your monster of a brother " "Oh! mamma." "Good Lord!
"Good-bye, little ones!" said Vautrin, turning to Eugene and Victorine. "Bless you both!" and he laid a hand on either head. "Take my word for it, young lady, an honest man's prayers are worth something; they should bring you happiness, for God hears them." "Good-bye, dear," said Mme. Vauquer to her lodger. "Do you think that M. Vautrin means to run away with me?" she added, lowering her voice.
But before she went, Victorine, with her eyes full of tears, gave Eugene a glance that said "How little I thought that our happiness should cost me tears!" "Dear me, you are a prophet, M. Vautrin," said Mme. Vauquer. "I am all sorts of things," said Vautrin. "Queer, isn't it?" said Mme. Vauquer, stringing together a succession of commonplaces suited to the occasion.
Alas, on the night of March 19, 1842, The Resources of Quinola met with the same reception as Vautrin had done before it; in spite of all his precautions, his enemies had gained admission to the Odeon, and throughout the whole evening, from the first act onward, there was a ceaseless storm of hisses and cat-calls. He had wasted four months, only to arrive at another defeat.
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