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"Monseigneur le Vicomte de Turenne has retaken the towns of Lorraine; and here are his private conversations " "Oh! pass over them; they can not be dangerous. He is ever a good and honest man, in no way mixing himself up with politics; so that some one gives him a little army to play at chess with, no matter against whom, he is content. We shall always be good friends."
The vicomte stopped before his door. "Yes, it is a wonderful country. It is not France; it is better than the mother country. Ambition has a finer aim; charity is without speculation; and a man must be a man here, else he can not exist." "That is an illusion," replied the vicomte. "Only the women have what you call a finer ambition. The men are puling as in France.
"But, Vicomte," Honora laughed, "you must remember that you are in America, and that you have come here to study our manners and customs." "Ah, no," he cried, "ah, no, it cannot all be like this! I will not believe it. Mr. Holt, who sought to entertain me before luncheon, offered to show me his collection of Chinese carvings! I, who might be at Trouville or Cabourg!
Tell this gentleman who your mother was. Tell him where she died." "No, no!" cried Jane. "Enough! enough!" "No, it is not enough. Lead the Vicomte to your mother's tomb and there place your hand in his, if you dare!" "Be silent!" cried Esperance, who felt himself growing mad. "But this is not all," continued Benedetto. "Jane Zeld, shall I tell the Vicomte the name of your father?"
Well in this my late fifth reading of the VICOMTE, I did laugh once at the small Coquelin de Voliere business, and was perhaps a thought surprised at having done so: to make up for it, I smiled continually. But for tears, I do not know.
In the three-volume edition, the novels are entitled The Vicomte de Bragelonne, Louise de la Valliere, and The Man in the Iron Mask. Louis XIV is well past the age where he should rule, but the ailing Cardinal Mazarin refuses to relinquish the reins of power. Meanwhile, Charles II, a king without a country, travels Europe seeking aid from his fellow monarchs.
To the astonishment of the Vicomte, however, Quinet was the attraction of the evening. Taine and Thiers were there, and fired by a remark from one of these his famous men, the young Radical had ventured a clever saying. Thiers looked at him a sharp glance as he heard the accent: "Vous êtes des Provinces, monsieur?" "No, sir from New France."
Lemercier knelt down quietly. "I should not wait for the roturier if he had not promised me a roti," said the Vicomte de Breze, with a pitiful attempt at the patrician wit of the ancien regime. Savarin shrugged his shoulders. "I am not included in the invitation," said he, "and therefore free to depart.
In letter No. 2, the first two pages are closely written in Clive's handwriting, describing his pursuits and studies, and giving amusing details of the life at Baden, and the company whom he met there narrating his rencontre with their Paris friend, M. de Florac, and the arrival of the Duchesse d'Ivry, Florac's cousin, whose titles the Vicomte will probably inherit.
"Now good-by," said Gontram. "You shall soon hear from me." A last kiss and they separated. Half dreaming, Gontram strode through the streets. It was ten o'clock when the painter reached the Monte-Cristo palace. To his surprise all was dark, and hesitatingly Gontram pulled the bell. The footman opened it. When asked if the vicomte was at home, he said he had gone out. "Gone out?
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