Belle-Rose — page 232: what you’re looking at

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THE DARK SIDE OF THE PICTURE. 221 “I will probably charge you with the care of my vengeance. ’ ‘‘T am yours, monseigneur. ’ While Monsieur de eels was talking with Monsieur de Charny, the usher to whom Madame d’Albergotti had been confided took her to a room in which there was already a gentleman. At sight cf a woman who seemed to belong to the court, the young man arose from his seat. Suzanne looked at him, and it appeared to her that she had seen this face somewhere; but owing to the agitation into which she had been thrown by her interview with Monsieur de Louvois, she could not recall either in what place or under what circumstances, “Eh! madame la marquise, I am glad to meet you,’’ ex- claimed the young gentleman all at once. Suzanne examined her interlocutor more attentively and finally recognized Monsieur de Pomereux, who, at the time when she was still unmarried, had passed some days at Malzonvilliers. She bowed and extended her hand to Monsieur de Pomereux, who kissed it. Monsieur de Pomereux was not altogether what he was at the epoch when he had been a suitor for Suzanne’s hand. Upon his face were to be seen the traces of a dissipated life, but, from certain movements of his physiognomy, it was easy to see that the debauchee could still recollect that he was a ventleman. From what I can see, you come from Monsieur de Lou- he room,’’ said he, leading Madame d’Albergotti tu a seat. ‘‘You are not deceived.’’ ‘‘Tf I can serve you in any way, use my credit, madame: I have the honor to be slightly related to Monsieur de - Louvois.’”’ ‘‘Well, monsieur, your relative is making preparations to send me to prison.’’ | ‘“Vou!’’ exclaimed Monsieur de Pomereux, stupefied. “Myself.” “Tey is impossible! I shall fly to the minister——”’ “It is useless. It appears that | have committed a great crime.”’ ‘What is it?’’ ‘“‘T have procured the escape of one of my friends who had the honor to be treated as a prisoner of state.’’ ‘“Diable!” said Monsieur de Pomereux, “it is an ugly affair.’ ‘‘So it seems to me now,”’ “TGOMmIGDOOKS (e(o)