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Updated: August 5, 2024
She felt no astonishment at hearing the name Adrienne spoken suddenly and unreflectingly by Guy de Lissac. She looked at him with a glance that reached his soul, not knowing what she said: "Leave now! While the ball is in progress. To leave solitude to him, suddenly here! And that woman, if he wishes her, and if the other who is marrying her will yield her to him!"
It is true, she could not leave the mansion on his arm. She rested her glance on Lissac and extended her hand to him, saying, as she felt suddenly recalled to herself: "You are an honest man!" "According to my moods," said Guy, with a sad smile. The door of the little salon opened, and Ramel entered. "I have called in a doctor," he said. "For me?" asked Adrienne. "Thanks! I am quite strong!"
"Well, there's no time to be lost, so you must both be ready for the evening coach." And this was what a single day brought about; and yet years pass away so often without a change. Just think of the alteration in that four-and-twenty hours. De Lissac was gone. Edie was gone. Napoleon had escaped. War had broken out.
Ah! those plans are not very lively, are they? Well, my dear, such are my good moments. Judge of the others, then." Lissac was profoundly stirred and very greatly puzzled. To call on him: that implied a need of him.
Vaudrey caused these urgent people, as well as some others, to be received by Warcolier, who asked nothing better than to make tools, to sow the seed of his clientage. Guy de Lissac and Ramel had simultaneously called Vaudrey's attention to the eagerness which Warcolier manifested in toying with popularity.
No word of praise or regret, merely the commonplace statement of a fact. Vaudrey thought it was a trifling notice for a man who had held so large a place in the public eye. "What do you think of it?" he said to Lissac. "People are ungrateful." "Why, what would you have? Why didn't he write operettas?"
I have always intended to do so, but, believe me, I have not had the time. But a fiscal question does not warrant publicly insulting " "I do not know if it is for that," interrupted the Commissioner; "but it is evident that a recent note in the Officiel points directly to the illegal wearing of foreign decorations. You do not read the Officiel, Monsieur de Lissac."
"These journalists disregard, without scruple, the wall of private life! It is a moral wall, however!" At last, they would leave in two days, so it was determined. Rosas had wished to see Guy again for the last time. At Rue d'Aumale they informed him that Monsieur de Lissac was travelling. The shutters of the apartment were not, however, closed.
He summed up an entire character in a single phrase and shook his head as he very shrewdly remarked: "Suppose Universal Suffrage were listening?" Lissac did not take any part in these conversations. It was his delight to observe. He drew amusement from all these wearisome commonplaces, according to his custom as a curious spectator.
Then, in order that she might not hear the slander that was greeted with applause by those very persons who but yesterday besieged Madame Marsy's buffet, and who would run to-morrow to pay court to that woman, she conversed with Lissac. She frankly told him what she suffered at Place Beauvau. She spoke of Sulpice, as Sulpice was loved by her beyond all else in the world. "Fancy!
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