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Updated: June 10, 2025
But this new disgust at life, this fault-finding with her husband, seemed to me lacking in reason. Yet there was undoubtedly something changed in Gaston's personality. As this thought passed through my mind she answered it, again as if by intuition: "You remember, Babache, you always told me you loved Gaston from the moment you beheld him. But you don't love him now.
"Yes," she replied to my last words, "few wives can complain of too great complaisance on the part of their husbands. But it is, surely, not a comfortable way to live, for a woman, to watch and weigh her words with her husband, lest he act upon the most lightly expressed wish. Depend upon it, Babache, a great passion is a great burden."
But when we bade her good by, she said to us: "Remember, Count Saxe and Babache, if you are my friends, you will never forget to make inquiry of each and every person you meet, from whom it would be possible to hear of my husband. For myself, once, every day, shall I go to the spot in the Italian garden which overlooks the highroad, to watch for my heart's desire and if he never returns "
She gave me her hand to kiss in farewell, and then, holding my rough palm in her two velvety ones, she said to Count Saxe: "Will you promise me, Count Saxe, if ever I need Babache, you will let me have him?" "I promise you, Mademoiselle," gallantly replied Count Saxe.
'I thought it best that he should be put out of the way, and to spare you the knowledge I had the dog drowned an hour ago. I can not express to you, Babache, my feelings at this. I do not know what I did, or what I said, but that, without hat or mantle, I rushed to the lake, below the Italian garden I seemed to know by instinct that it was there they would drown him.
This was nothing to me; but oh, Babache the spectacle of the woman you love forced to tramp in the company of scoundrels like these! A woman softly nurtured, whose delicate feet were bruised with stones, with rough climbing, bearing it all courageously, never an impatient or sorrowful word no tears then taking all the blame for our situation upon herself you can not imagine my sufferings!"
He knew I was not a coward, for I had led his Uhlans, and what he said to me was this: "Lose not a moment in going, Babache. It is because you love her so much that you know she is in distress. I think you would know as much, if it were I instead of Francezka." Which was true. I can not believe that Count Saxe should need me, and I not know it, were I at the other end of the world.
I was to start at sunrise, and when my horse was led out next morning, Francezka was down to bid me good by. She gave me a thick packet for Gaston, saying: "Tell him I am well, and as happy as ever I can be, away from him. And that to see you, Babache, was as good as medicine to the sick. Do not forget that, I charge you."
For, Babache, I believe now, do not laugh at me, Babache, and say it is my Scotch blood that makes me superstitious but but " she paused a moment, and then said in a whisper, "I believe Regnard Cheverny's soul has got into Gaston Cheverny's body."
And she also proved to me, in our conversation, what I had long known, that although self-willed and impetuous, Francezka was neither selfish nor inconsiderate. "Babache," she said to me on entering, "I think you know that you are the most comforting and helpful person in the world to me now, and that if I consent to part with you it is not because you are of no more use or good to me.
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