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7A r MY<br />
hond pro<strong>of</strong>, and a firm unhesitating step.<br />
My uncle presented me to our guest, and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> two friends<br />
1 tlic house n rm in arm. M. de Ch.-impaubert was turning<br />
towards <strong>the</strong> garden, but Dom Gerusac drew him ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
way, saying: " It is too hot out <strong>of</strong> do<strong>or</strong>s; we had better go into<br />
<strong>the</strong> library."<br />
"<br />
l>y all means," <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r gaily replied ;<br />
"<br />
your library, my<br />
dear Thomas, is, I know, your w<strong>or</strong>ld, your kingdom, your fam-<br />
ily. You will introduce mo to all <strong>the</strong> ancient and modern auth<strong>or</strong>s<br />
assembled here. But, first <strong>of</strong> all, will you let me have<br />
something to drink ? I am dying <strong>of</strong> thirst."<br />
My uncle went to <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> kitchen and called Marian.<br />
" Now f<strong>or</strong> it," I thought, and awaited with a kiiid <strong>of</strong> comical<br />
terr<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> effect her appearance would produce upon his Excellency;<br />
but to my great relief she did not appear. It was Babelou<br />
who came in, carrying on a large tray a bottle <strong>of</strong> old wine,<br />
some sugar, a magnificent basket <strong>of</strong> fruit, and a plateful <strong>of</strong> lit-<br />
tle yellow peaches.<br />
" That is perfect," M. de Champaubert exclaimed, as he himself<br />
assisted Babelou to set down <strong>the</strong> tray on <strong>the</strong> table, which<br />
was all covered with manuscripts and books. " This clever lit-<br />
tle girl has guessed that 1 am particularly fond <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se yellow<br />
peaches, with <strong>the</strong>ir little acid flav<strong>or</strong>. I don't know anywhere a<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e refreshing fruit."<br />
' '<br />
"<br />
I daresay not, my uncle said with a<br />
"<br />
smile. It is only on<br />
our ban-en mountains that this wild production <strong>of</strong> nature is<br />
suffered to grow nowadays."<br />
" "<br />
Do sit down here, dear old schoolfellow ! <strong>the</strong> Marquis<br />
garden<br />
said :<br />
" Perhaps we had better go and see if dinner is<br />
ready."<br />
<strong>The</strong> dining-room had a window down to <strong>the</strong> ground. I opened<br />
<strong>the</strong> outer blinds and stood aside to let his Excellency go in<br />
first. <strong>The</strong> curtains were drawn up, and a bright light shining<br />
iii <strong>the</strong> room; <strong>the</strong> gildings <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old frames looked to advantage<br />
in <strong>the</strong> rays <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> setting sun. As M. de Champaubert entered<br />
and walked toward <strong>the</strong> chimney, his eyes caught sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
picture over <strong>the</strong> looking-glass. He turned round to me and<br />
asked eagerly, " Do you know where that p<strong>or</strong>trait came<br />
from ? "<br />
I col<strong>or</strong>ed up to <strong>the</strong> eyes, and stammered out, "Yes monseigneur<br />
; my uncle bought it at D , in an old curiosityshop.<br />
"<br />
" With that looking-glass and those two little cups? "<br />
"I believe so, monseigneur."<br />
' Dom Ge>usac came back at that moment. You must excuse<br />
me, my dear Maximin, " he "<br />
said, if <strong>the</strong> attendance is not<br />
what I should have wished. But I have lost <strong>the</strong> best half <strong>of</strong><br />
my household. My old maid-servant has been taken suddenly<br />
ill?"<br />
" Never mind," M. de Champaubert replied ;<br />
" we will wait<br />
on ourselves, as I have done iu <strong>the</strong> days <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> emigration. "<br />
UNCLE'S DINING-ROOM.<br />
F<strong>or</strong>tunately Marian had been able to attend to <strong>the</strong> cooking<br />
up to <strong>the</strong> last moment, and to give directions to her aid<br />
cuiiip HMiclou. <strong>The</strong> table was in consequence perfectly laid,<br />
and <strong>the</strong> dinner excellent. I had routed out from <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>ner <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> cellar some bottles <strong>of</strong> wine really fit to beset bef<strong>or</strong>e a king.<br />
all tho<br />
M. de Champaubert ate sparingly and quick, talking<br />
time, whereas my uncle went through his dinner with his usual<br />
calm manner and steady appetite, only heightened by <strong>the</strong><br />
pleasure <strong>of</strong> having opposite to him so welcome a guest.<br />
F<strong>or</strong> my part I could not swallow a mouthful. Nothing could<br />
exceed my internal agitation. <strong>The</strong> Marquis's questions evidently<br />
showed that he recognized <strong>the</strong> lovely face which I had<br />
been gazing on with such rapture f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> last six weeks. He<br />
knew who this woman was whose name I had despaired <strong>of</strong> ever<br />
discovering. He could tell me <strong>the</strong>re was no doubt <strong>of</strong> it <strong>the</strong><br />
very thing I most ardently desired to know. But how should<br />
I ever venture to put to him a question on <strong>the</strong> subject ? How<br />
manage to approach it ? <strong>The</strong>se thoughts were running in my<br />
mind, when all at once, in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> a conversation in which<br />
political discussion was mixed up with school reminiscences,<br />
my uncle said to his friend, "Public affairs seem to have engrossed<br />
your whole life. You have never, I suppose, thought<br />
<strong>of</strong> marrying?"<br />
"I beg your pardon," was <strong>the</strong> reply. And <strong>the</strong> Marquis,<br />
looking up at <strong>the</strong> picture over <strong>the</strong> chimney, added, " I was to<br />
have married <strong>the</strong> beautiful girl whose p<strong>or</strong>trait that is."<br />
" You don't say so !" my uncle exclaimed " that ; anonymous<br />
said, making room f<strong>or</strong> Dom Gerusac by his "<br />
side. We have<br />
so many things to talk about."<br />
I asked my uncle in a whisper if he had any directions to<br />
give me, and <strong>the</strong>n, out <strong>of</strong> discretion, withdrew.<br />
A little bef<strong>or</strong>e dinner-time Babelou came to me in <strong>the</strong> dining-<br />
'<br />
room, looking aghast.<br />
"Mercy on us, sir !" she exclaimed, " what are we going to<br />
do ? Marian has been w<strong>or</strong>king so hard since yesterday, that<br />
now she is taken ill, and has just been obliged to go to bed."<br />
I must confess that I felt an involuntary relief.<br />
"<br />
Well, you must wait at dinner," I said to <strong>the</strong> little maid ;<br />
"go and put on your best gown and a clean apron. Tell Marian<br />
to remain quietly in bed; I will let my uncle know about it."<br />
<strong>The</strong> two friends had gone from <strong>the</strong> library into <strong>the</strong> garden,<br />
and my Tincle was proudly slewing <strong>of</strong>f his flowers and vegetables<br />
to M. de Champaubert, who seemed delighted with all he<br />
saw, went into good-natured raptures about <strong>the</strong> fine carnations<br />
and <strong>the</strong> tall cabbages, and as he walked along <strong>the</strong> trellise picked<br />
and ate <strong>the</strong> grapes with <strong>the</strong> relish <strong>of</strong> a school-boy. I whispered<br />
to my uncle <strong>the</strong> news <strong>of</strong> Marian's illness. <strong>The</strong> dear good man<br />
went immediately to see his old p<strong>or</strong>trait<br />
servant, and I remained alone<br />
with M. de Champaubert, who, after one m<strong>or</strong>e turn in <strong>the</strong><br />
? It is a singular coincidence."<br />
M. de Champaubert said, " I certainly did not expect to have<br />
seen here that likeness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fair object <strong>of</strong> my first love."<br />
" You must tell us all about it," Dom Gerusac said. "As<br />
we are about recalling all our old recollections, I am glad<br />
you have happened to find here this souvenir <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> past. "<br />
<strong>The</strong> Marquis smiled a little bitterly, and answered, " I can<br />
now speak <strong>of</strong> it without emotion and since ; you wish it, I will<br />
give yon <strong>the</strong> hist<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> that time <strong>of</strong> my life. Not so much f<strong>or</strong><br />
your edification, my dear old friend, as f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> your<br />
nephew, who sits <strong>the</strong>re gazing so intently on my betro<strong>the</strong>d that<br />
it would almost seem as if her fatally beautiful eyes had in-<br />
"<br />
stilled into his soul some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir poison.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds, whe<strong>the</strong>r said in jest <strong>or</strong> in earnest, put me quite<br />
out <strong>of</strong> countenance. I felt as if <strong>the</strong> speaker had read my inmost<br />
thoughts, and I could only reply to this kind <strong>of</strong> apostrophe<br />
by a nervous attempt at a cough.<br />
My uncle, after emptying his glass at one gulp, laid both his<br />
hands on <strong>the</strong> table-cloth, which was with him a token <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
deepest attention, and prepared to listen.<br />
"Let us have c<strong>of</strong>fee brought in here, and send Babelou<br />
away," M. de Champaubert said; "I must tell my st<strong>or</strong>y with<br />
that picture bef<strong>or</strong>e my eyes."<br />
CHAPTER in<br />
MONSIEtTB IiK MABQTJIS AJJD MONSIETJB IiK BABON.<br />
<strong>The</strong> day was waning. I lighted <strong>the</strong> candles on both sides <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> mirr<strong>or</strong>. <strong>The</strong> light thrown on <strong>the</strong> picture brought out its<br />
faded tints, and lent a vague relief to <strong>the</strong> enchanting face,<br />
which seemed to smile through <strong>the</strong> glass that covered it, like<br />
one <strong>of</strong> Greuze's lovely heads behind <strong>the</strong> half-opened curtain <strong>of</strong><br />
a window. <strong>The</strong> Marquis fixed his eyes steadily upon it f<strong>or</strong> a<br />
moment, and <strong>the</strong>n, as if he guessed my secret but intense<br />
curiosity, he addressed himself to me, and said. " That is <strong>the</strong><br />
p<strong>or</strong>trait <strong>of</strong> Mademoiselle de Malpeire, <strong>the</strong> only daughter <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Baron de Malpeire."<br />
" Of <strong>the</strong> last l<strong>or</strong>d !" I exclaimed ; "and she lived at <strong>the</strong> top<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mountain ?"<br />
"Yes, my young friend," M. de Champaubert replied; "and<br />
it was <strong>the</strong>re that <strong>the</strong> events took place which I am about to re-<br />
late." After a pause, he turned to Dom Gerusac and said:<br />
" Do you remember, my dear Thomas, my writing to you a