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The Vicomte de Beauseant, therefore, had himself set an example to the rest of the world by respecting, with as good a grace as might be, this morganatic union. Any one who came to call on the Vicomtesse in the early days of this friendship was sure to find the Marquis d'Ajuda-Pinto there.
He was a sorry sight indeed, unshaven, unkempt, dark circles under his eyes, clothes torn. "Helene! You here in America!" he cried in French, staring at her. "Yes, Auguste," she replied quite simply, "I am here." He would have come towards her, but there was a note in her voice which arrested him. "And Monsieur le Vicomte Henri?" he said. I found myself listening tensely for the answer.
"Wait a moment no threats, if you please, M. Fernand Mondego, Vicomte de Morcerf; I never allow them from my enemies, and therefore shall not put up with them from my friends. You insist on my contradicting the article relating to General Fernand, an article with which, I assure you on my word of honor, I had nothing whatever to do?"
The Chevalier stamped restlessly, and the vicomte frowned. "Have the patience to hear me through. There is ill-blood between you three. The cause does not interest me, but here my word is law. The safety of the mission depends wholly upon our order and harmony. The savage is always quarreling, and he looks with awe upon the tranquillity with which we go about our daily affairs.
I shall never forget the impression made on me by your brilliant appearance and your no less brilliant talk." "Ah! ces beaux jours! ce bon Louis Philippe, ce cher petit Joinville," sighed the Vicomte. "But at that day you compared le bon Louis Philippe to Robert Macaire.
Enguerrand followed him, and saw the Vicomte extend his hand to his old acquaintance. The Prefet stared, and said, with frigid courtesy, "Pardon me, some mistake."
The vicomte uttered a hoarse cry of rage, and turned under the iron fist which was still pressed on his shoulder and held him tight; the young man gave him a look which made his cowardly heart quake, and earnestly said: "Vicomte, we only fight with people we honor. If you do not understand my words, ask your father the meaning of them; he can give you the necessary explanations.
The vicomte was very vexed at this, but he did not dare say anything for fear of giving rise to a scandal; and the priest continued to call down vengeance on their heads, and to foretell the downfall of God's enemies in every sermon.
He murdered the heir, and let no honest man ever touch his blood-stained hand! Get out of here, Vicomte Talizac, my house has no room for murderers!" Pale as death, with quaking knees, the marquis leaned against the wall. When Pierre was silent he hissed in a low voice: "Then you refuse to help me?" "Yes, a thousand times, yes."
"Where did you see her?" asked Saint Hubert curiously. "In the streets of Biskra, for five minutes, four months ago." The Vicomte turned quickly. "You love her?" he shot out, with all the suddenness of an American third degree. The Sheik exhaled a long, thin cloud of blue smoke and watched it eddying towards the top of the tent. "Have I ever loved a woman?
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