. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . he evening, grandmama; perhaps heis unwell. And what if he is? exclaimed the old lady. Is it nothis duty to exercise some self-denial, in return for the honorof our company? I think I have already related to you thestory of your granduncle, the Due de St. Huruge, who, havingbeen chosen to join the kings card party on their return fromthe chase, played all through the evening and lost with the bestgrace in the world two hundred and twenty pistoles. All theassembly remarked his gaiety and his good humor. On thefollowing day only it was learned, that, du
. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . he evening, grandmama; perhaps heis unwell. And what if he is? exclaimed the old lady. Is it nothis duty to exercise some self-denial, in return for the honorof our company? I think I have already related to you thestory of your granduncle, the Due de St. Huruge, who, havingbeen chosen to join the kings card party on their return fromthe chase, played all through the evening and lost with the bestgrace in the world two hundred and twenty pistoles. All theassembly remarked his gaiety and his good humor. On thefollowing day only it was learned, that, during the hunt, hehad fallen from his horse, and had sat at his majestys cardtable with a broken rib. Nobody made any remark, so per-fectly natural did this act of ordinary politeness appear inthose days. This little Daburon, if he is unwell, would havegiven proof of his breeding by saying nothing about it, andremaining for my piquet. But he is as well as I am. Whocan tell what games he has gone to play elsewhere! THE LEROUGl- AFFAIR r-±3. A/f DABUROX did not return home on leaving MademoK*•»*« selle dArlange. All through the night he wanderedabout at random, seeking to cool his heated brow, and to allayhis excessive weariness. Fool that I was! said he to him-self, thousand times fool to have hoped, to have believed,that she would ever love me. Madman! how could I havedared to dream of possessing so much grace, nobleness, andbeauty! How charming she was this evening, when her facewas bathed in tears! Could anything be more angelic? Whata sublime expression her eyes had in speaking of him! Howshe must love him! And I ? She loves me as a father, shetold me so—as a father! And could it be otherwise? Is itnot justice? Could she see a lover in a sombre and severe-looking magistrate, always as sad as his black coat? Was itnot a crime to dream of uniting that virginial simplicity to mydetestable knowledge of the world? For her. the future isyet the land of smiling chimeras; and
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