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However, if it interests you, I will make inquiries and " "Not for any price," interrupted Carmen, laughing; "let us drop the subject and hurry to the terrace before others get there ahead of us." "We are there already," said Gontram, laughing, as he shoved a Japanese drapery aside and stepped upon a small balcony with his companion. A beautiful view of the Champs-Elysées was had from here.
"You are right, Gontram," he replied; "but if she is dead, I shall die, too, for I love her I love her more than my life." "She is no doubt wounded," said Gontram softly. "Yes, just hold a light here," cried the vicomte. "I will examine her. I have not studied medicine for nothing."
These words, although spoken in a respectful tone, displeased Spero, yet he kept silent and the guests departed. "Stay a minute longer," begged Gontram, "I will take a walk with you, if it is agreeable; I am too much excited yet to go to bed." "That is my position, too," replied the vicomte.
However, she could not see any one, though some passionate words reached her from below; Gontram, on the other hand, felt like strangling the disturbers. "Let us go back to the parlor," said the young girl, and it seemed to Gontram that her voice had changed in tone.
Finally he overtook him, and, placing his hand on the vicomte's shoulder, he urgently cried: "Spero, where are you going with this corpse?" "She is not dead," replied the vicomte, tremblingly. "She lives; she must live she dare not die!" "And who is she?" asked Gontram, as he tried to get a glimpse of the face. Yes, he recognized her now as she lay in Spero's arms. "Jane!
Sherry's filled a corner with its massive stone bulk and glimpses of dining-rooms with glittering chandeliers and solemn gaiety, then impressive clubs and wide entrances under heavy glass and metal, tall porters in splendid livery, succeeded each other to the Hotel Gontram and the dull thunder of the elevated trains beyond.
Monsieur Gontram, I know that you are a brave, honest man. When you kissed me on the little balcony three days ago, I felt that you regarded it as a silent engagement?" "Yes!" cried Gontram. "And yet," said Carmen, slowly, "you postponed asking Monsieur de Larsagny for my hand." "I did not dare " "Thank God that you did not do it," cried Carmen, breathing more freely.
Admirable! Beautiful!" Such were the epithets which were murmured half aloud, and later when she sat down at the piano and sang a simple ballad, loud applause ran through the room. The ballad was followed by an aria; Jane then sang a Russian melody, and closed with a magnificent tarantella. "Monsieur Sabran," said a low voice to Gontram, "I must confess that you are an obliging host!
"Gontram, these tears are for me for my lost youth my tainted soul," whispered Carmen. "Oh, Gontram, I am not what I appear to be. I am not the daughter but the friend of Monsieur de Larsagny!" Gontram uttered a wild cry, and, beating his face with his hands, he gasped for air; the shot had struck him to the heart. "Yes, it is the truth," continued Carmen; "I am the friend of an old man.
"No, Gontram, I can never never be your wife!" Gontram sprang up. "Impossible, Carmen!" he cried, passionately. "Tell me that you are joking!" "No, Gontram, I am not joking," said Carmen, earnestly. "I can never become your wife. Only an honest girl has the right to put her hand in yours." "Explain yourself more clearly," said Gontram, deadly pale.
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