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〃At this hour？〃
〃Yes。
〃But how？ You won't find a carriage。〃
〃I will walk。〃
〃But it is raining。〃
〃No matter。〃
〃But madame will be coming back； or if she doesn't come it will be time enough in the morning to go and see what has kept her。 You will be murdered on the way。〃
〃There is no danger； my dear Nanine； I will see you to…morrow。〃
The good girl went and got me a cloak； put it over my shoulders； and offered to wake up Mme。 Arnould to see if a vehicle could be obtained； but I would hear of nothing； convinced as I was that I should lose； in a perhaps fruitless inquiry； more time than I should take to cover half the road。 Besides； I felt the need of air and physical fatigue in order to cool down the over… excitement which possessed me。
I took the key of the flat in the Rue d'Antin； and after saying good…bye to Nanine； who came with me as far as the gate； I set out。
At first I began to run； but the earth was muddy with rain； and I fatigued myself doubly。 At the end of half an hour I was obliged to stop； and I was drenched with sweat。 I recovered my breath and went on。 The night was so dark that at every step I feared to dash myself against one of the trees on the roadside； which rose up sharply before me like great phantoms rushing upon me。
I overtook one or two wagons； which I soon left behind。 A carriage was going at full gallop toward Bougival。 As it passed me the hope came to me that Marguerite was in it。 I stopped and cried out； 〃Marguerite！ Marguerite！〃 But no one answered and the carriage continued its course。 I watched it fade away in the distance； and then started on my way again。 I took two hours to reach the Barriere de l'Etoile。 The sight of Paris restored my strength； and I ran the whole length of the alley I had so often walked。
That night no one was passing； it was like going through the midst of a dead city。 The dawn began to break。 When I reached the Rue d'Antin the great city stirred a little before quite awakening。 Five o'clock struck at the church of Saint Roch at the moment when I entered Marguerite's house。 I called out my name to the porter； who had had from me enough twenty…franc pieces to know that I had the right to call on Mlle。 Gautier at five in the morning。 I passed without difficulty。 I might have asked if Marguerite was at home； but he might have said 〃No；〃 and I preferred to remain in doubt two minutes longer； for； as long as I doubted； there was still hope。
I listened at the door； trying to discover a sound； a movement。 Nothing。 The silence of the country seemed to be continued here。 I opened the door and entered。 All the curtains were hermetically closed。 I drew those of the dining…room and went toward the bed…room and pushed open the door。 I sprang at the curtain cord and drew it violently。 The curtain opened； a faint light made its way in。 I rushed to the bed。 It was empty。
I opened the doors one after another。 I visited every room。 No one。 It was enough to drive one mad。
I went into the dressing…room； opened the window； and called Prudence several times。 Mme。 Duvernoy's window remained closed。
I went downstairs to the porter and asked him if Mlle。 Gautier had come home during the day。
〃Yes；〃 answered the man； 〃with Mme。 Duvernoy。〃
〃She left no word for me？〃
〃No。〃
〃Do you know what they did afterward？〃
〃They went away in a carriage。〃
〃What sort of a carriage？〃
〃A private carriage。〃
What could it all mean？
I rang at the next door。
〃Where are you going； sir？〃 asked the porter； when he had opened to me。
〃To Mme。 Duvernoy's。〃
〃She has not come back。〃
〃You are sure？〃
〃Yes； sir； here's a letter even； which was brought for her last night and which I have not yet given her。〃
And the porter showed me a letter which I glanced at mechanically。 I recognised Marguerite's writing。 I took the letter。 It was addressed； 〃To Mme。 Duvernoy； to forward to M。 Duval。〃
〃This letter is for me；〃 I said to the porter； as I showed him the address。
〃You are M。 Duval？〃 he replied。
〃Yes。
〃Ah！ I remember。 You often came to see Mme。 Duvernoy。〃
When I was in the street I broke the seal of the letter。 If a thunder…bolt had fallen at my feet I should have been less startled than I was by what I read。
〃By the time you read this letter； Armand； I shall be the mistress of another man。 All is over between us。
〃Go back to your father； my friend； and to your sister； and there； by the side of a pure young girl； ignorant of all our miseries； you will soon forget what you would have suffered through that lost creature who is called Marguerite Gautier； whom you have loved for an instant； and who owes to you the only happy moments of a life which； she hopes； will not be very long now。〃
When I had read the last word； I thought I should have gone mad。 For a moment I was really afraid of falling in the street。 A cloud passed before my eyes and my blood beat in my temples。 At last I came to myself a little。 I looked about me； and was astonished to see the life of others continue without pausing at my distress。
I was not strong enough to endure the blow alone。 Then I remembered that my father was in the same city； that I might be with him in ten minutes； and that； whatever might be the cause of my sorrow； he would share it。
I ran like a madman； like a thief； to the Hotel de Paris； I found the key in the door of my father's room； I entered。 He was reading。 He showed so little astonishment at seeing me； that it was as if he was expecting me。 I flung myself into his arms without saying a word。 I gave him Marguerite's letter； and； falling on my knees beside his bed； I wept hot tears。
Chapter 23
When the current of life had resumed its course； I could not believe that the day which I saw dawning would not be like those which had preceded it。 There were moments when I fancied that some circumstance； which I could not recollect； had obliged me to spend the night away from Marguerite； but that； if I returned to Bougival； I should find her again as anxious as I had been； and that she would ask me what had detained me away from her so long。
When one's existence has contracted a habit； such as that of this love； it seems impossible that the habit should be broken without at the same time breaking all the other springs of life。 I was forced from time to time to reread Marguerite's letter； in order to convince myself that I had not been dreaming。
My body； succumbing to the moral shock； was incapable of movement。 Anxiety； the night walk； and the morning's news had prostrated me。 My father profited by this total prostration of all my faculties to demand of me a formal promise to accompany him。 I promised all that he asked； for I was incapable of sustaining a discussion； and I needed some affection to help me to live； after what had happened。 I was too thankful that my father was willing to console me under such a calamity。
All that I remember is that on that day； about five o'clock； he took me with him in a post…chaise。 Without a word to me； he had had my luggage packed and put up behind the chaise with his own； and so he carried me off。 I did not realize what I was doing until the town had disappeared and the solitude of the road recalled to me the emptiness of my heart。 Then my tears again began to flow。
My father had realized that words； even from him； would do nothing to console me； and he let me weep without saying a word； only sometimes pressing my hand； as if to remind me that I had a friend at my side。
At night I slept a little。 I dreamed of Marguerite。
I woke with a start； not recalling why I was in the carriage。 Then the truth came back upon me； and I let my head sink on my breast。 I dared not say anything to my father。 I was afraid he would say； 〃You see I was right when I declared that this woman did not love you。〃 But he did not use his advantage； and we reached C。 without his having said anything to me except to speak of matters quite apart from the event which had occasioned my leaving Paris。
When I embraced my sister； I remembered what Marguerite had said about her in her letter； and I saw at once how little my sister； good as she was； would be able to make me forget my mistress。
Shooting had begun； and my father thought that it would be a distraction for me。 He got up shooting parties with friends and neighbours。 I went without either reluctance or enthusiasm； with that sort of apathy into which I had sunk since my departure。
We were beating about for game and I was given my post。 I put down my unloaded gun at my side； and meditated。 I watched the clouds pass。 I let my thought wander over the solitary plains； and from time to time I heard some one call to me and point to a hare not ten paces off。 None of these details escaped my father； and he was not deceived by my exterior calm。 He was well aware that； broken as I now was； I should some day experience a terrible reaction； which might be dangerous； and； without seeming to make any effort to console me； he did his utmost to distract my thoughts。
My sister； naturally； knew nothing of what had happened； and she could not understand how it was that I； who had formerly been so lighthearted； had suddenly become so sad and dreamy。
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