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Updated: June 7, 2025
Madame de Bergenheim began to play the Duke of Reichstadt's Waltz, striking only the first measure of the accompaniment, in order to show her lover where to put his fingers. The waltz went on. Clemence played the air and Octave the bass, two of their hands remaining unoccupied those that were close to each other.
Bergenheim gave the workman a withering glance, and made a sign for him to continue. "They were already talking about discharging me from the chateau's employ; I do not know how it happened, but the thought entered my head that perhaps one of these letters would be of use to me, and I took the first one in the package; I had only time to close the panel when Mademoiselle Justine returned."
Bergenheim soon found out that he had calculated correctly when he heard a sound like that made by a wild boar when he rushes through the thickets and breaks the small branches in his path, as if they were no more than blades of grass. Soon Lambernier appeared with a haggard, wild look and a face bleeding from the blows he had received.
"Spare me!" she murmured, shivering with horror. "It is a pity that blood must be shed, is it not?" said Bergenheim, in a mocking tone; "adultery would be pleasant but for that. I am sure that you think me coarse and brutal to look upon your honor as a serious thing, when you do not do so yourself." "I entreat you!" "I am the one who has to entreat you. This astonishes you, does it not?
From the way in which you offered your arm to Madame de Bergenheim to lead her into the drawing-room after supper, I thought you understood each other perfectly. As I was returning, for I made it my duty to offer my arm to the old lady and you say that I do nothing for you it seemed to me that I noticed a meeting of hands You know that I have an eagle eye.
The young man stood motionless, trying to catch his breath, which had been hurried, either by emotion or rapid walking. Madame de Bergenheim, with head thrown back and widely opened eyes, looked at him with a more agitated than surprised look. "It is you," exclaimed he, impulsively, "you whom I had lost and now find again!"
They must have just taken a long walk, for they are bespattered with mud. If you could only see what a pretty little cap Monsieur de Gerfaut has on!" "Truly, he will turn her head," thought Madame de Bergenheim, with a decided feeling of anger; then she closed her eyes as if she wished to sleep. Gerfaut had, in fact, just returned from paying his respects to the estate.
"Madame," said he, "there is a person here inquiring for Monsieur le Baron de Bergenheim." "Is Monsieur de Bergenheim not at home?" asked Mademoiselle de Corandeuil. "Monsieur has gone to ride with Mademoiselle Aline." "Who is this person?" "It is a gentleman; but I did not ask his name." "Let him enter."
They are used to seeing you go out early in the morning for your appointments with Reine, and therefore " "It is to this shepherdess you would send me!" interrupted the artist, as he began to undress himself; "in that case I will go to bed again. Enough of that!" "I am to fight with Bergenheim at nine o'clock!" said Gerfaut, in a low voice.
Madame de Bergenheim obeyed his order with the precision of an automaton. A fresh, pure breeze entered the room; when the curtains were raised, floods of light illuminated the floor, and the old portraits, suddenly lighted up, looked like ghosts who had left their graves to witness the death agonies of the last of their descendants.
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