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226 A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE, “e natural things in the world,’’ replied the count, with an ‘unalterable sang-frovd. | ‘‘Monsieur,’’ said Madame d’Albergotti, cite down > again, ““we must come to an understanding. I nave told you——’’ “Do not trouble yourself to begin. again; I am going to repeat to you what you -have told me. “You have a fiance; this fiance, who is the fugitive pursued by Monsieur de Louvois’ men, loves you, which is quite simple, and you love him. You are going to swear to me that you are de- | termined to love him always, and that on his part he will take care never to forget you. Is that it?’’ ‘*Perfectly.”’ “You see, then, that I have Agony everything.’’ ‘* And notwithstanding these avowals, you still persist in wishing me for your wife.’ “Upon my word, madame, it is my chief desire. i A bitter smile passed over the lips of Suzanne, who drew back her seat and gathered her dress around her wish a gesture of crushing scorn. ‘Ts it possible, madame, that you have seen so little of the world that my proposition astonishes you?’’ continued Monsieur de Pomereux. ‘‘It does more than astonish me, monsieur; it afflicts me. » “Bh! my God! madame,’’ exclaimed the count, with a surprised air, ““what is there, then, so afflicting’ in the © desire which I have to marry you? You are such that half the ladies of the court are jealous of you; I am a gentle- man, we are both young. What is there more simple?” ‘‘Since all this is more serious than I thought at first, I will answer you seriously, monsieur. When my father served as guide to my youth, I made the sacrifice of my hand, but to-day that [am free, the hand will not give itself without the heart. Now the heart is already given, monsieur. Ihave nothing more to say in answer to the proposition which you have transmitted to me in the name of Monsieur de Louvois. My life and liberty are his; my — love is my own.’’ From Madame d’Albergotti’s air, Monsieur de Pomereux understood that he no longer had anything to hope for; but he drew from this certainty the desire of triumphing over a resistance which, to tell the truth, he had not ex- pected. oA “In faith, madame,’’ said he, with a smile, “‘perhaps — Ps 7 Gomicbooks.com — boy CB NA ie Sg