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Updated: June 19, 2025
And, during those four days of indecision in Louisville, it seemed to say to me in words that I could not evade or forget, "Go to New Orleans." It was a sentiment foolish, if you please which could not resist. Nay, which I did not try to resist, for I had little enough of it in my life. What did it matter? I should never see Madame la Vicomtesse d'Ivry-le-Tour.
His sudden docility made me suspicious. "What preparations have you made to go?" "They are not elaborate, Monsieur, but they are complete. When I leave you I step into a pirogue which is tied to the river bank." "Ah," I replied. "And Mr. Temple?" Madame la Vicomtesse smiled, for Auguste was fairly caught.
Is there another conspiracy at Terre aux Boeufs, or does somebody live there who has never before lent Auguste money?" Madame la Vicomtesse laughed. Then she grew serious again. "You did not know where he had gone?" she said. "I did not even know he had gone," said Nick. "Citizen Lamarque and I were having a little game of piquet for vegetables. Eh, citizen?"
"Yes, I told you that," she replied almost defiantly. "And why were you going?" he demanded. Then I had a sudden desire to shake him. Antoinette was mute. "You yourself must find the answer to that question, Mr. Temple," said the Vicomtesse, quietly. He turned and stared at Helene, and she seemed to smile.
A number of officers had invited their wives to join them in Mexico, and among them were some charming and clever women, such as the Comtesse de Courcy, the Vicomtesse de Noue, and Mme. Magnan, who by throwing open their salons greatly contributed to the general enjoyment. Other women of various nationalities formed a background to these, and added to the local interest.
A quadrille, a ballad, a picnic party is sometimes cause sufficient of frightful evils. You are hurried on by the presumptuous voice of vanity and pride, on the faith of a smile, or through giddiness and folly! Shame and misery and remorse are three Furies awaiting every woman the moment she oversteps the limits " "Poor Camille can hardly keep awake," the Vicomtesse hastily broke in.
In this particular case, moreover, the Vicomtesse, besides the pride of her position, had all the dignity of her name. Her utter seclusion was the least of the barriers raised between her and the world.
I assisted the Vicomtesse, who paused to bid the negroes disperse, and we lingered for a moment on the gallery together. "Poor Antoinette!" she said, "I wish we might have saved her this." She looked up at me. "How she defended him!" she exclaimed. "She loves him," I answered. Madame la Vicomtesse sighed. "I suppose there is no help for it," she said.
Madame's touch seemed to steady her. "Miss Sally," she moaned, "Miss Sally done got de yaller fever." There was a moment's silence, for we were both too appalled by the news to speak. "Lindy, are you sure?" said the Vicomtesse. "Yass'm, yass'm," Lindy sobbed, "I reckon I'se done seed 'nuf of it, Mistis." And she went into a hysterical fit of weeping.
Antoinette had led her brother to the seat under the oak. How long we waited I know not, but at length we heard their voices raised, and without more ado Madame la Vicomtesse, beckoning me, passed quickly through the gap in the hedge and went towards them. I followed with Andre. Auguste rose with an oath, and then stood facing his cousin like a man struck dumb, his hands dropped.
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