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At this moment the door was burst suddenly open and Florestan de Saint-Herem dashed, breathless into the room. "Rejoice, oh! rejoice!" he cried, throwing himself into his friend's arms. "Saint-Ramon has performed the most wonderful of miracles!" "What do you mean?" gasped the astonished Louis. "Two hours ago I was completely ruined, and now I am richer than I ever was or ever will be.
The emotions of Conrad and Florestan had time to be subdued before M. de Lucenay, the least observing man in the world, had perceived anything. Madame de Lucenay, not from embarrassment she was not a woman to be untimely embarrassed but the presence of Florestan was repugnant and unsupportable, said to the duke, "When you are ready, we will go. I am to present Conrad to Madame de Senneval."
The thought that Mariette had sacrificed him for such a wretch, filled his heart with bitterness and resentment, and, unable to control his emotion longer, he burst into tears the moment he found himself alone with his friend. "Ah! Florestan, I am unhappy!" he sobbed, as he clasped his companion's hand.
It caused Florestan to exercise much control over himself to conceal the wound caused by this sarcasm. He continued, in a more humble tone: "Alas! my father, it is not from pride that I recall the fact of this success; for, I repeat to you, this success ruined me.
For if he has not this money, our man will go and make a complaint to the attorney-general, and you know the penalty of a forgery like this the galleys, my poor lord!" It is impossible to describe the look which Madame de Lucenay and the father of Florestan exchanged on hearing these terrible words.
Often did he say, "I can write only where my life is in unison with my works." "Listen now to these," said Florestan, as he opened an album and struck the piano; "these are the voices of a new life." But faster than planets through the abysses Love moves on.
Struck by the originality of the young man, Madame Zomaloff remained silent for a moment, absorbed in deep meditation; while the duke, who until then had loitered some distance behind, approached them. "My dear Florestan," he said, "I have been very eager to address you a really odd question since my arrival. Who are all these people?
On the evening of the day on which Prince Florestan personally left the letter with Lady Roehampton, he quitted London with the Duke of St. Angelo and his aides-de-camp, and, embarking in his steam yacht, which was lying at Southampton, quitted England.
"I know, my dear viscount, that you have adroitly managed your affairs; your forgeries were not to be discovered until you were far away. But you have been caught by those more cunning than yourself." "Oh! it is very well to tell me this now, wretch that you are!" cried Florestan, furiously; "did you not yourself introduce this person to me, who has negotiated the paper?"
"Since M. de Riancourt has the courage to ask you so indiscreet a question," broke in the countess, "I shall admit that I share his curiosity." "You have no doubt remarked," said Florestan, with a smile, "that the persons assembled here this evening do not belong to what we call the aristocracy " "True, indeed."
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