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Updated: June 13, 2025
Genis, sick, exhausted, his horse covered with lather, comes back with the story of the pass of Laffray, and Napoleon's triumphant march toward Grenoble. Marchand seriously contemplates evacuating the city in order to save the garrison and his stores.
And M. le Comte himself was never at a loss how to turn any situation to a dignified and proper issue: he murmured a quick and courteous apology to Mme. la Duchesse d'Embrun and a comprehensive one to all his guests, then he hastened to meet St. Genis at the door. Already St. Genis had entered.
That same pity he had felt for her before, a sweet, protecting pity gentle sister to fiercer, madder love which had perhaps never been so strong as it was at this hour when, for the second time, he was about to make a supreme sacrifice for her. That the sacrifice must be made, he already knew: knew it even when first St. Genis' name escaped her lips. She loved St.
Then as Maurice said nothing, but continued to regard him with glowing, anxious eyes, he added, smiling not altogether kindly this time, "I think I understand, M. de St. Genis." "And .
Loyal to her country and to her king she would be loyal in all things to husband, kindred and to friends. But he realised at the same time how impossible it would be for any man to win her love if he were an enemy to her cause. St. Genis royalist, émigré, retrograde like herself had obviously won his way to her heart chiefly by the sympathy of his own convictions.
At any rate, petit père," he concluded as he rose from the table, "by your leave, I'll go up and ascertain." While he rattled off these pretty proceeds of his own imagination, Maurice de St. Genis kept a sharp watch on Aristide Briot's face, ready to note the slightest sign of suspicion should it creep into the old man's shrewd eyes.
"Pay no heed to the ravings of a maniac, Crystal," interposed St. Genis calmly, "he has fallen so low now, that contemptuous pity is all that he deserves." "And contempt without pity is all that you deserve, M. le Marquis de St. Genis," cried de Marmont excitedly.
Somewhere in the house down below, an old-fashioned clock had just struck two. Clyffurde looked up from his absorbing task. "It is late," he remarked casually; "shall we say good-night, M. de St. Genis?" The sound of the Englishman's voice seemed to startle Maurice out of his reverie.
Indeed, the Englishman was a negligible quantity. De Marmont did not fear him. There was only St. Genis, and with the royalist cause rendered absolutely hopeless as it would be, as it must be St. Genis and the Comte de Cambray and all those stiff-necked aristocrats of the old regime who had thought fit to turn their proud backs on him at Brestalou three months ago, would be irretrievably ruined and discredited and would have to fly the country once more .
"I will in a moment or two, as soon as I have made up my mind what I am going to do with you, my impetuous young friend whether I shall truss you like a fowl and put you in charge of our worthy host, as guilty of assaulting one of his guests, or whether I shall do you some trifling injury to punish you for trying to do me a grave one." "Right is on my side," said St. Genis doggedly.
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