The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 67 (1/2)
I know not why, but these words sounded disagreeably to Esperance, who turned quickly But fagiano was in the shadow, and Esperance saw only his eyes, which were very bright The Vicoan to think his nerves were sadly out of order
Goutran, when the door had closed on the last of his guests, turned to him and asked hoould like a little walk up the Champs-Elysees
”Very much,” answered the Vicomte, ”I need fresh air”
He took his hat froether Neither knew that fagiano had not driven aith Co in a dark doorway, he followed the Vicoh his close shut teeth, he said:
”Yes, worthy son of thy father, I swear that I will have e!”
CHAPTER XLIX
HOW AND WHERE
As the reporter had discovered, Jane Zeld occupied an apartment on the first floor of a s-houses frequented by respectable people who colobe to enjoy the attractions of Paris It was a laise_, its well scrubbed steps, its parlor on the _rez de chaussee_, and its three floors above all occupied
The lady who ed this enterprise was theof a captain She wore English curls, spoke a feords in various languages, and had abills Her prices were high, very high, but the situation of her house was at once elegant and retired It was a wonder that these items were not entered on the bill She had never admitted any artists into her sanctuary until the intendant Maslenes one day offered her five hundred francs for an apartle wole woman, but Madame closed her eyes to this, and now that she divined a star in the future, Madaer She felt that she was a ht Mada Jane herself, and she had excellent taste She spent a nu on the undoubted success of ”the dear child,” and it o o'clock when she heard the carriage She ran down the stairs, and when she saw Jane and her remarkable costume, she raised her hands in astonishment
”You have had a pleasant tiently pushed her back
”Excuse ued, and somewhat ill, I fear”
”Ill! What can I do for her? I have caet?”
Maslenes led Jane hastily to her roo To-morroill do She only needs rest now”
Jane sank into a chair on reaching her salon
Maslenes closed the door, and stood motionless and silent until she should see fit to speak
How old was this h his hair was perfectly white His eyes were gray He inspired at first sight a certain repulsion There were indications of vices, but they were of vices that had burned themselves out, of passions that had crumbled to ashes Now, as he stood with his ar more than the interest of a servant in his reat compassion His pale lips treently:
”You are suffering?”
She started as if from sleep
”No,” she replied, ”no I did not know” Then she looked up ”Ah!” she said, ”why did you drag ain No, never!”
The man bit his lips ”And yet,” he said, ”you were received like a queen!”
”Why do you say that?” she asked, in a tone of great irritation ”Why do you try to awaken in hts which should never be mine? A queen!