The French Immortals Series — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 5,292 pages of information about The French Immortals Series — Complete.

The French Immortals Series — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 5,292 pages of information about The French Immortals Series — Complete.
“I must know who he is.”  In the meanwhile what was she to do?  Her lover in despair, mad, ill, she could not run to him, embrace him, and throw herself on him with such an abandonment that he would feel how entirely she was his, and be forced to believe in her.  Should she write?  How much better it would be to go to him, to fall upon his heart and say to him:  “Dare to believe I am not yours only!” But she could only write.  She had hardly begun her letter when she heard voices and laughter in the garden.  Therese went down, tranquil and smiling; her large straw hat threw on her face a transparent shadow wherein her gray eyes shone.

“How beautiful she is!” exclaimed Princess Seniavine.  “What a pity it is we never see her!  In the morning she is promenading in the alleys of Saint Malo, in the afternoon she is closeted in her room.  She runs away from us.”

The coach turned around the large circle of the beach at the foot of the villas and gardens on the hillside.  And they saw at the left the ramparts and the steeple of St. Malo rise from the blue sea.  Then the coach went into a road bordered by hedges, along which walked Dinard women, erect under their wide headdresses.

“Unfortunately,” said Madame Raymond, seated on the box by Montessuy’s side, “old costumes are dying out.  The fault is with the railways.”

“It is true,” said Montessuy, “that if it were not for the railways the peasants would still wear their picturesque costumes of other times.  But we should not see them.”

“What does it matter?” replied Madame Raymond.  “We could imagine them.”

“But,” asked the Princess Seniavine, “do you ever see interesting things?  I never do.”

Madame Raymond, who had taken from her husband’s books a vague tint of philosophy, declared that things were nothing, and that the idea was everything.

Without looking at Madame Berthier-d’Eyzelles, seated at her right, the Countess Martin murmured: 

“Oh, yes, people see only their ideas; they follow only their ideas.  They go along, blind and deaf.  One can not stop them.”

“But, my dear,” said Count Martin, placed in front of her, by the Princess’s side, “without leading ideas one would go haphazard.  Have you read, Montessuy, the speech delivered by Loyer at the unveiling of the Cadet-Gassicourt statue?  The beginning is remarkable.  Loyer is not lacking in political sense.”

The carriage, having traversed the fields bordered with willows, went up a hill and advanced on a vast, wooded plateau.  For a long time it skirted the walls of the park.

“Is it the Guerric?” asked the Princess Seniavine.

Suddenly, between two stone pillars surmounted by lions, appeared the closed gate.  At the end of a long alley stood the gray stones of a castle.

“Yes,” said Montessuy, “it is the Guerric.”

And, addressing Therese: 

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