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"Come," he said, "this is the Carnival, let us end the day merrily." "I should be only too glad to do so," was the Vicomte's reply, "anything to make me forget the disagreeable scene with that man!" The Vicomte called the contumely heaped on his father's name and his own, "a disagreeable scene." The two young men sauntered across the garden. Just as they reached the fountain, Frederic stopped.
She stood in the doorway rigid as a statue. The little cortege went past her. No one saw her, for the landings in the Hotel de Marny are very wide, and Matthieu's lantern only threw a dim, flickering light upon the floor. The men stopped outside the Vicomte's room. Matthieu opened it, and then the five men disappeared within, with their heavy burden.
"I have never before told this to any one," she said, faintly; "my father does not listen when I speak. You are Jack Marche, are you not?" He did not answer, but stood awkwardly, folding and unfolding the crumpled maps. "You are the vicomte's nephew a guest at the Château Morteyn?" she asked. "Yes," said Marche. "Then you are Monsieur Jack Marche?"
"Between the hours of eleven and twelve?" Silence. A spider, seeing the light, swung down in jerks from the beams and dangled at the side of the candlestick. Suddenly the priest reached over and caught the vicomte's restless hand. "Rest assured, Jesuit, that when you broke my sword you left me weaponless." "I did well to break that sword. It was an evil one."
The Duc and Duchesse quitted Paris for Spain, and the Duc instructed his lawyer to withdraw his charge, stating his conviction of the Vicomte's complete innocence of any other offence than that which he himself had confessed." "What did the Vicomte confess? You omitted to state that."
Finally he overtook him, and, placing his hand on the vicomte's shoulder, he urgently cried: "Spero, where are you going with this corpse?" "She is not dead," replied the vicomte, tremblingly. "She lives; she must live she dare not die!" "And who is she?" asked Gontram, as he tried to get a glimpse of the face. Yes, he recognized her now as she lay in Spero's arms. "Jane!
She asked no questions, but, with the vicomte's assistance, placed a bandage upon the young girl's wound and wished to discreetly retire. "Mamma Caraman," said Spero, imploringly, "stay here and watch over the young girl whom I place under your protection. Let no one know that she is in this house." Spero thereupon withdrew, while Jane Zild remained under the care of the good-hearted woman.
The blades clashed; there was the soft pad-pad of feet, the involuntary "ah!" when the point was nicely avoided; there were lunges in quart, there were cuts over and under, thrusts in flanconade and tierce, feint and double-feint, and sudden disengagements. The sweat trickled down the vicomte's face; Victor's forehead glistened with moisture.
"As serious as the French gayety will permit one to be." "Alas, Monsieur le Vicomte! can you flatter yourself that you will regain the society you have quitted, and the name you have " Louvier stopped short; something in the Vicomte's eye daunted him. "The name I have laid aside for convenience of travel. Princes travel incognito, and so may a simple gentilhomme.
The vicomte's voice aroused him from his dreams. "Well, Arthur," said Talizac laughing, "have you no congratulation for me?" Arthur looked penetratingly at the vicomte, and in a low voice replied: "Vicomte, if I cannot discover any traces of the punishment you received yesterday on your cheeks, I hope to be able to pay up for what I have lost. For to-day you must excuse me."
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