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Updated: June 7, 2025
Well, this great wild boar of a Bergenheim turned me out of the house yesterday as if I had been one of his dogs." "He doubtless had his reasons." "I tell you, I will crush him reasons! Damn it! They told him I talked too often with his wife's maid and quarrelled with the servants, a pack of idlers! Did he not forbid my putting my foot upon his land?
Aline hastily opened a window, then went and took her sister-in-law's hands in her own. "You have a fever," said she; "your hands burn and your forehead also; I did not dare tell you, but your beautiful color " A frightful cry which Madame de Bergenheim uttered made the young girl draw back in fright. "Clemence!
"Where is Monsieur de Bergenheim?" "Monsieur le Baron is playing billiards with Mademoiselle Aline." "Send Leonard Rousselet here." And Mademoiselle de Corandeuil settled herself back in her chair with the dignity of a chancellor about to hold court. The servants in the castle of Bergenheim formed a family whose members were far from living in harmony.
Clemence advanced slowly under this leafy dome, which became darker and more mysterious every moment, with head bent and enveloped in a large cashmere shawl which fell in irregular folds to the ground. Madame de Bergenheim had one of those faces which other women would call not at all remarkable, but which intelligent men ardently admire.
"But, really, are you sure that Madame de Bergenheim loves you?" asked Marillac, emphasizing the word "love" so strongly as to attract his friend's attention. "Sure? of course I am!" replied the latter. "Why do you ask me?" "Because, when you are not quite so angry, I want to ask you something." He hesitated a moment.
Among his guests, one only, who was seated almost opposite Bergenheim, seemed to be in the secret of his thoughts and to study the symptoms with deep attention. Gerfaut, for it was he, showed an interest in this examination which reacted on his own countenance, for he was paler than ever.
Gerfaut soon noticed a rather animated conversation taking place between Madame de Bergenheim, who was somewhat embarrassed as to how to amuse her guests for the remainder of the afternoon, and Marillac, who, with his accustomed enthusiasm, had constituted himself master of ceremonies.
A fencing-master, who sees his foil carried ten steps away from him by a back stroke, could not feel more astonishment than that felt by Madame de Bergenheim. Her first movement was to place her foot, so singularly undressed, upon the ground; an instinctive horror of the damp, muddy walk made her draw it quickly back.
Tell us about it, Fritz." The child related in his Alsatian patois his meeting of the afternoon, and the artist was convinced that it was Gerfaut he had met. "He must be wandering in the valley," said he, "dreaming about our play. But did you not say something about Bergenheim? Is there a village near here by that name?"
During this time Madame de Bergenheim was doing the honors of the house to the matrons, who thought this amusement too youthful for their age and preferred a quiet walk through the park. Christian, on his side, was explaining methods of improvements to gentlemen of agricultural and industrial appearance, who seemed to listen to him with great interest.
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