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I don't know anything!" "Ah! she is expecting him!" cried Andras. "When?" "I don't know!" "You told me it was to be this evening. This evening, is it not?" The old General felt as ill at ease as if he had been before a military commission or in the hands of Froloff. "Yes, this evening." "At Maisons-Lafitte?" "At Maisons," responded Vogotzine, mechanically. "And all this wearies me wearies me.
What did it mean? Who had sent that despatch? Why had it caused Marsa such emotion? "In two days I shall know, at last, whether I am to live!" Who could make her utter such a cry? Who, if not Michel Menko, was so intimately connected with her life as to trouble her so, to drive her insane, as Vogotzine said? "It is Menko, is it not? it is Menko?" repeated Andras again.
They had reached the boulevard, and Andras, hailing a cab, made Vogotzine get in, and instructed the coachman to drive to the Bois. "I assure you that she is insane," proceeded the General, throwing his head back on the cushions. "Yes, insane. She does not eat anything; she never rests. Upon my word, I don't know how she lives. Once her dogs she took walks.
With which rather incoherent speech, he tried to force a smile; but Marsa, taking no notice of him, turned slowly to the doctor, who had not removed his eyes from her face. "Well," she said, dryly, "what do you want? What do you wish to ask me? What shall I tell you? Who requested you to come here?" Vogotzine made a sign to the maid to leave the room.
Well, it was Stephanie Gavaud who was the cause of it. Don't tell that to Marsa! Ah! that little Stephanie! 'J'ai vu le vieux Bacchus sur sa roche fertile! Tautin no, Tautin couldn't sing like that little Stephanie! Well," continued Vogotzine, hiccoughing violently, "because all that happened then, I now lead here the life of an oyster!
Marsa laid her hand on his arm, and said, distinctly, Vogotzine being a little deaf: "Prince Andras Zilah, uncle, will do us the honor of coming to see us at Maisons-Lafitte." "Ah! Ah! Very happy! Delighted! Very flattering of you, Prince," stammered the General, pulling his white moustache, and blinking his little round eyes. "Andras Zilah! Ah! 1848! Hard days, those! All over now, though!
It was in vain that sorrow had early made her a woman; Marsa remained ignorant of the world, without any other guide than Vogotzine; suffering and languid, she was fatally at the mercy of the first lie which should caress her ear and stir her heart.
"Yes, yes; and speak to you. You see, you are the only one for whom " The Prince interrupted the General, who instantly became as mute as if he were in the presence of the Czar. "It is well. But what Doctor Fargeas asks of me will cause me intense suffering." Vogotzine did not open his lips. "See her again? He wishes to revive all my sorrow, then!" Vogotzine waited, motionless as if on parade.
He was, perhaps, since the death of Prince Tchereteff, the only man General Vogotzine had seen in his niece's house, and Marsa was always strangely happy when Andras came to see her. "Mademoiselle is very particular when Prince Zilah is coming to Maisons," said her maid to her. "Because Prince Zilah is not a man like other men. He is a hero.
What did it mean? Who had sent that despatch? Why had it caused Marsa such emotion? "In two days I shall know, at last, whether I am to live!" Who could make her utter such a cry? Who, if not Michel Menko, was so intimately connected with her life as to trouble her so, to drive her insane, as Vogotzine said? "It is Menko, is it not? it is Menko?" repeated Andras again.
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