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It contains another, which I beg you to preserve carefully, and not to open unless I do not return. I leave you in Paris a devoted friend, the Count de Villegre. Whatever may happen to you, apply to him with all confidence, as you would to myself." Mlle. Gilberte, staggering, leaned against the wall. "When do you expect to leave?" she inquired. "This very night.
He had taken a seat, impassive in appearance, but in reality agitated by that internal trepidation of which the strongest men cannot free themselves in the decisive moments of their life. To a certain extent, the prospects of his whole life were to be decided on the other side of that door which had just closed behind the Count de Villegre.
"Did not M. Villegre call upon you before the war?" "He did." "Well, 'twas I who sent him to you; and the commands which he delivered to you were mine." "Yours?" "Mine. I am Marius de Tregars." A nervous shudder shook M. Costeclar's lean frame. Instinctively his eye turned towards the door. "You see," Marius went on with the same gentleness, "we are, you and I, old acquaintances.
Gilberte, your daughter, for my friend Yves-Marius de Genost, Marquis de Tregars." A profound silence followed this speech. But this silence the Count de Villegre doubtless interpreted in his own favor; for, stepping to the parlor-door, he opened it, and called, "Marius!" Marius de Tregars had foreseen all that had just taken place, and had so informed the Count de Villegre in advance.
She was laughing, the good lady, but not loud enough to prevent Gilberte from hearing M. de Tregars' answer. "Count de Villegre," said he, "my old friend, receive the oath which I take to devote my life to her who has not doubted me. It is to-day the 4th of May, 1870 on the 4th of May, 1873, I shall have succeeded: I feel it, I will it, it must be!"
He came, notwithstanding the terrible calamity that has befallen us. Notwithstanding ruin, and notwithstanding shame, he came to offer me his name, and to tell me, that, in the course of the day, he would send a friend of his family to apprise you of his intentions." Here she was interrupted by the servant, who, throwing open the parlor-door, announced, "The Count de Villegre."
Favoral and Maxence had understood that the man who spoke thus was one of those cool and resolute men whom nothing disconcerts or discourages, and who knows how to make the best of the most perilous situations. And, when he had retired with the Count de Villegre, "I don't know what he will do," said Mlle.
Maxence had risen to receive him; but, when he saw him, he stepped back, his eyes glaring in utter surprise. "Ah, great heavens!" he muttered in a smothered voice. But M. de Tregars seemed not to notice his stupor. Quite self-possessed, notwithstanding his emotion, he cast a rapid glance over the Count de Villegre, Mme. Favoral and Mlle. Gilberte.
"That is order," said the baroness, "if I know any thing about it." "At the first moment, determined not to stir up the past, I attached no importance to those letters; and they would certainly have been burnt, but for an old friend of the family, the Count de Villegre, who had them carried to his own house.
But, as if feeling that he was treading on dangerous ground, the Count de Villegre stopped short, and, after taking breath for a moment, "In short," he went on, "Marius has been unable to see Mlle. Gilberte, and to appreciate the rare qualities of her heart, without falling desperately in love with her." Mme. Favoral made a gesture of protest, "Allow me, sir," she began. But he interrupted her.
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