Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 80: what you’re looking at

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70 A FRIEND AND AN ENEMY. eyes, pushed back the hair which vailed her child-like forehead, and smiled. ‘‘Brother,’’ said she, ‘‘I came to embrace you and not to weep. Let us dismiss this conversation which would red- den my eyes—something which I am notin a humor to permit—and take my arm to conduct me to my lodgings. I wish to talk of your affairs as we go along.”’ It is quite a distance from the Rue du Pot-de-Fer St. Sulpice to the Rue de 1’Oreille, where the Hotel d’Alber- gotti was situated. As they walked along the Rue du Bac and the quays, we would not vouch for the fact that Belle- Rose did not pronounce twice or thrice the name of Su- zanne; but Claudine turned aside the conversation from this dangerous ground and brought it back to things more in conformity with her humor. | ‘‘When shall I see you again?’’ Belle-Rose asked his sis- ter, on leaving her in front of the hotel. ‘‘Day after to-morrow, if you wish. At eleven o’clock, I shall be at the Porte St. Honoré.”’ ‘*Well, I shall be there at ten.’’ Belle-Rose had, thanks to his sister, forgotten the note mysteriously slipped into his hand. His first care, imme- diately on his return to the worthy Monsieur Mériset’s, was to learn the contents of it. He found only these words: ‘Next Saturday, Belle-Rose will meet, an hour after sunset, at the Porte-Gaillon, a person who will say tohim the words agreed upon; let him follow this person, and he will arrive where Monsieur d’Assonville sends him.”’ He recollected then that this was the day on which he was to wait for his sister at the Porte St. Honoré. Fora moment he thought of writing to her to take back his promise; but, like a well-informed man, he understood that matters could be arranged. To his sister he would give the day; to the affairs of Monsieur d’Assonville the evening. Belle-Rose was punctual at the rendezvous; his sister and he mounted a fiacre and took their way to Neuilly. After having vainly sought a lodging at the Porcherons, which a company of musketeers had invaded, Belle-Rose, just as the fiacre was passing over the cause- way, heard a voice which called him by name. He leaned toward the portiére, and saw, at the window of a cabaret, a gentloman saluting him who held a glass of champagne in his hand. ‘*Good luck to you, Belle-Rose!’’ said he. (E(0) > (ey hy =|