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Updated: June 20, 2025
As soon as he was at leisure, the Count de Volaski drove to the Rue Faubourg St. Honore, and to the Hotel de la Motte.
Valerie cast an imploring look on the count, silently praying him to decline the invitation; but Volaski did not understand the meaning of the look, or did not care to do so, for he immediately accepted the invitation in the following unequivocal terms: "I have no engagement for to-morrow; and I shall be very happy to come and dine with you." "So be it then," said the duke, frankly.
No, clearly the gend'arme did not know; for, in fact, the Duke and the Duchess of Hereward were at that time living very quietly in the closed-up house at which the count and the gend'arme stood gazing while they talked. Count de Volaski re-entered his carriage and returned to the Maison Francoise in time to attend the official reception of the embassy by the citizen-king at the Tuileries.
Petersburg and Warsaw Railroad, while on their way to the Russian capital. Stricken with grief, and with the remorse which grief is sure to awaken in the heart of a wrong-doer not altogether hardened, Waldemar de Volaski hastened down to Warsaw to support his almost inconsolable mother through the horrors of that sudden bereavement and that double funeral.
Valerie was the first to speak. "Well, you insisted upon this interview. Now you have it. What do you want of me?" "I want you to leave the Duke of Hereward," he answered, sternly. "You are right, so far. But the Duke of Hereward has saved me the trouble of taking the initiative step. He has left me. I shall never see him, more." "How! What!" exclaimed de Volaski, starting up.
"Oh, mercy! what shall I say? He deserves all my love, honor, and duty!" "Does he get his deserts?" mockingly inquired Volaski. "Ah! wretch that I am, why do I live? I give him honor and duty; but love! love is not mine to give!" she murmured, in almost inaudible tones.
In twenty-four hours it will be in everybody's mouth, and the worst that can be said of it will seem too good! And yet they will all be wrong, and I shall not deserve their condemnation." Count de Volaski waved his hand, and hurried from the room and the house, for he had many hasty preparations to make for the sudden journey.
Back to the hotel!" he added, to the driver, who immediately turned his horse's head to the village. With a parting nod to the courteous vine-dresser, the duke sank back on his seat, closed his eyes, and gave his mind up to thought. Volaski had gone back to Paris. Why had he left Valerie and gone there? To resign his position in the embassy?
This Father Antonio was the priest of the chapel of Santa Maria, who had performed the marriage ceremony between Waldemar de Volaski and myself. "The father also naturally supposed that all my grief was for the death of my child's father.
They stopped at the little mountain hamlet of San Vito, where she resumed her proper dress, and where, by a lavish expenditure of money, and a liberal disbursement of fair words, Waldemar de Volaski prevailed on a priest to perform the marriage ceremony between himself and Valerie de la Motte.
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