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Now despite the close friendship uniting M. de Kercadiou and his niece with Mme. de Plougastel, there were several matters concerning them of which the Countess was in ignorance. One of these was the project at one time existing of a marriage between Aline and M. de La Tour d'Azyr.
It cut him keenly; but he bore the wound with that outward stoicism he affected. Next morning, at a quarter past eight, as with Le Chapelier who had come to break his fast with him he was rising from table to set out for the Bois, his housekeeper startled him by announcing Mademoiselle de Kercadiou. He looked at his watch.
"In view of his relations with you, M. de Kercadiou, and because of my deep regard for you, I did my best to avoid this, even though as you will understand the death of my dear friend and cousin Chabrillane seemed to summon me to action, even though I knew that my circumspection was becoming matter for criticism among my friends.
But, of course, I am not the sort of man a woman could love. She trusted, however, to my love for her, and I have kept her trust." "Then, who was my father?" "I don't know. She never told me. It was her secret, and I did not pry. It is not in my nature, Andre." Andre-Louis got up, and stood silently facing M. de Kercadiou. "You believe me, Andre."
M. de Kercadiou was frankly impatient. "Why, what has this to do with it? I may deplore it. But I have no right to condemn it. It is a common way of adjusting differences between gentlemen." "You really believe that?" "What the devil do you imply, Andre? Should I say a thing that I don't believe? You begin to make me angry." "'Thou shalt not kill, is the King's law as well as God's."
"Pray allow me to be the judge of that." Andre-Louis' manner was almost peremptory. The demand seemed to reduce M. de Kercadiou to despair. He paced the room, his hands tight-clasped behind him, his brow wrinkled. At last he came to stand before his godson. "Can't you take my word for it that these reasons exist?" he cried in anguish. "In such a matter as this a matter that may involve my neck?
She suppressed her fury to ask another question. "You say that this M. de Kercadiou is popularly believed to be your father. What precisely do you mean?" "Just that. It is a belief that I do not share. It is a matter of instinct, perhaps, with me. Moreover, once I asked M. de Kercadiou point-blank, and I received from him a denial.
He pulled out "The Acts of the Apostles" and read a stinging paragraph. Then, when mademoiselle at last made her appearance, he resigned the journal into the hands of M. de Kercadiou.
"Crime?" shrilled M. de Kercadiou. "My God, boy, you are speaking of M. de La Tour d'Azyr." "I am, and of the abominable murder he has committed..." "Stop!" M. de Kercadiou was very emphatic. "I cannot permit that you apply such terms to him. I cannot permit it. M. le Marquis is my friend, and is likely very soon to stand in a still closer relationship." "Notwithstanding this?" asked Andre-Louis.
There he had found M. de La Tour d'Azyr already awaiting him, supported by a M. d'Ormesson, a swarthy young gentleman in the blue uniform of a captain in the Gardes du Corps. Andre-Louis had been silent and preoccupied throughout that drive. He was perturbed by his last interview with Mademoiselle de Kercadiou and the rash inferences which he had drawn as to her motives.
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