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Updated: June 25, 2025
Now, as it chanced by bad luck, or in the course of Providence, something had drawn her attention elsewhere. She was unconscious of his regard. Her own eyes were fixed in a far-away gaze. Her colour was high, her lips were parted, her bosom heaved gently. The shadow deepened on the Vidame's face. Slowly he took his eyes from hers, and looked northwards also.
It is yours, and I will bring it you, or his right hand in token that he has yielded up his claim to yours. And to this I pledge myself." The thing bore no signature. It was written in some red fluid blood perhaps a mean and sorry trick! On the outside was scrawled a direction to Mademoiselle de Caylus. And the packet was sealed with the Vidame's crest, a wolf's head.
The vidame's logic triumphed. "If she is betraying her husband we will avenge ourselves," said Auguste. There was still faith in that "if." The philosophic doubt of Descartes is a politeness with which we should always honor virtue. Ten o'clock sounded. The Baron de Maulincour remembered that this woman was going to a ball that evening at a house to which he had access.
I am slow sometimes, and Marie waited for me, so that we had barely got to our legs looking, I dare say, awkward and ungainly enough before the Vidame's shadow fell darkly on the ground at Catherine's feet.
Any writer of plays in search of a piece of pure comedy would have found it well worth his while to listen to the Antiquities in conclave. Victurnien received charming letters from his father and aunt, and also from the Chevalier. That gentleman recalled himself to the Vidame's memory. He had been at Spa with M. de Pamiers in 1778, after a certain journey made by a celebrated Hungarian princess.
What was it? A man posted at a window on the upper gallery had dropped his pike's point, and was levelling it at some one inside: we could see no more. But those in front of the window could; they saw too much for the Vidame's precautions, as a moment showed. He had not laid his account with the frenzy of a rabble, the passions of a mob which had tasted blood.
It was done so quietly that for some seconds no one realized that the Vidame's toast brought happiness to all the household, and to two of its members a life-long joy.
Piero grinned for reply. "Well! let him be his care, and you had better stay at hand here. Give me the key of the gate, and, remember, a hundred crowns apiece to you and Malsain for this. And now for a word in the Vidame's ear." With this he turned back into the house, leaving Piero looking after him. "A hun dred crowns apiece! Diavolo! Captain Torquato!
With a little stretching, it may be rendered by our English old-fashioned title of "mistress"; and Misè Fougueiroun, who is the Vidame's housekeeper, is mistress over his household in a truly masterful way.
He returned the Vidame's hospitality, even including Blondet in the invitation, as well as de Marsay and Rastignac. The dinner cost five hundred francs, and the noble provincial was feted on the same scale. Victurnien played a good deal, and, for his misfortune, at the fashionable game of whist. He laid out his days in busy idleness.
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