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It had come to be understood that George would sleep there, at any rate for that night, and a bed had been prepared for him. The party broke up very early, for there was nothing in common among them to keep them together. Madame Voss sat murmuring with the priest for half an hour or so; but it seemed that the gloom attendant upon the young lovers had settled also upon M. le Cure.
And she was as convinced as ever she had been, that her uncle would never give his consent to a marriage between her and George Voss. As for George himself, he left her with an assured conviction that she was the promised bride of Adrian Urmand. The world seemed very hard to Marie Bromar when she was left alone.
He's a man who has a right to look for a wife, because he can keep a wife. He has a house, and a business, and ready money. 'What's all that, uncle? 'Nothing; nothing at all. No more than that, saying which Michel Voss threw his right hand and arm loosely abroad; 'no more than that, if he were not himself well-behaved along with it.
'Girls do keep it to themselves, said Madame Voss. 'I'm not so sure of that. They generally show it somehow. Marie never looks lovelorn. I don't believe a bit of it; and as for him, all the time he has been away he has never so much as sent a word of a message to one of us. 'He sent his love to you, when I saw him, quite dutifully, said Madame Voss.
'If you cannot put on a better look before M. Urmand comes, I think he will hardly hold to his bargain, said Madame Voss, who was angry. 'Who wants him to hold to his bargain? said Marie sharply. Then feeling ill-inclined to discuss the matter with her aunt, she left the room.
Birtwell came often, and a measure of the old feeling returned to Mrs. Voss. Still, the card of Mrs. Birtwell whenever it was placed in her hand by a servant never failed to bring a shadow and sometimes a chill to her heart. In a few moments Mrs. Birtwell entered the room; and after the usual greetings and some passing remarks, Mrs.
"Have the police been informed about it?" "Yes. The police have had the matter in hand for several hours, but at the time I left not the smallest clue had been found." "Rather a bad look," said Dr. Hillhouse. "What does Mr. Voss say about it?"
The question was asked downstairs in the little room, while Urmand was sitting at table in the chamber above waiting for the landlord. Michel Voss had begun to feel that his visitor would be very heavy on hand, having come there as a visitor and not as a man of business, unless he could be handed over to the woman-kind. But no such handing over would be possible, unless Marie would acquiesce.
Why was the queen kissing even now his beautiful Laura, and handing her this splendid diamond diadem? Why did Count Voss press the king's hand, which was that moment graciously extended to him, to his lips? Prince Augustus William understood nothing of all this. He felt as if bewildered by strange and fantastic dreams.
For the sake of the Frenchman, even 'Madame Etiquette, the Countess von Voss, mistress of ceremonies, had been silenced, and the plain adjutant of the first consul was received with as much distinction as if he were a minister plenipotentiary, while he only came as the simple agent for a private individual.
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