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1 I, I | painting.”~For twelve years the Countess had encouraged the painter’
2 I, I | shoulders of the painter, the Countess gazed fixedly at him. The
3 I, I | another account,” said the Countess. “You never will love anyone
4 I, I | visited Paris even once, the Countess having preferred to keep
5 I, I | it!”~“Nonsense!” said the Countess, slightly wounded.~Bertin
6 I, I | was repeated to the young Countess the next day; and that evening
7 I, I | might present himself at the Countess’s house, and was very simply
8 I, I | seated himself when the Countess appeared. She walked so
9 I, I | Count should accompany the Countess to the studio the next day.
10 I, I | to wait, because of the Countess’s deep mourning; but the
11 I, I | lights of the salons, the Countess was surprised by this almost
12 I, I | every evening. Then the Countess took her little daughter
13 I, I | and thought that in the Countess’s eyes was something strange:
14 I, I | hopes.~He had finished the Countess’s portrait, the best, certainly,
15 I, I | from the moment when the Countess had yielded, she was assailed
16 I, II | that the painter and the Countess had happened to meet.~Musadieu
17 I, II | Comte de Guilleroy, the Countess and her daughter resembled
18 I, II | tutoyer the young lady!”~The Countess laughed. “The idea! I should
19 I, II | say that!” exclaimed the Countess.~“Why not?”~“It is so nice
20 I, II | laugh; but the incredulous Countess looked at her daughter and
21 I, II | drawing toward its end, the Countess suddenly exclaimed, pointing
22 I, II | opposing her,” he replied.~The Countess had risen, taking the arm
23 I, II | one, the portrait of the Countess by Olivier Bertin seemed
24 I, II | detained for a long time the Countess, who was half asleep in
25 I, III| new subject re-read the Countess’s note, then, opening the
26 I, III| the painter dined at the Countess’s house, with a few friends;
27 I, III| to make an approach.~The Countess’s letter aroused him like
28 I, III| bachelor.~When he reached the Countess’s house, he was told that
29 I, III| Between the windows stood the Countess’s writing-desk, a coquettish
30 I, III| Annette left the room the Countess entered, veiled, ready to
31 I, III| finished and settled, the Countess resumed her light, society
32 I, III| is to live!” murmured the Countess.~The painter contemplated
33 I, III| when the Duchess and the Countess acknowledged a salutation
34 I, III| reply the Duchess and the Countess exchanged a smile.~The leaves
35 I, III| same,” said Bertin.~The Countess did not like to hear him
36 I, III| with a white poodle, the Countess, delicate as a miniature,
37 I, III| not at all agree with the Countess in the daily discussions
38 I, III| later period of bloom.~The Countess, flattered, murmured: “He
39 I, III| physiognomy.~At each word the Countess said “Yes,” with a little
40 I, III| flicked them like a whip.~The Countess’s party returned quickly,
41 I, III| you go home?” inquired the Countess of Bertin, with whose habits
42 I, III| am no longer young.”~The Countess, accustomed to consider
43 I, III| facing him in the landau the Countess and her daughter. He heard
44 I, III| intoxicated,” protested the Countess.~“Dear me! there must be
45 I, III| wings.~The Duchess and the Countess, having an engagement at
46 I, III| whether it were not the Countess who was speaking thus to
47 I, III| others.~To his query: “Is the Countess at home?” the servant’s
48 I, III| fortunate!” exclaimed the Countess.~“Well, yes. I feel very
49 I, III| heavens, these men!” said the Countess, with a shrug of her shoulders. “
50 I, III| he spoke the truth, the Countess spread out her knitting
51 I, III| preferred when talking with the Countess because it brought him almost
52 I, III| afternoon in the park,” said the Countess.~“Yes. We chatted like old
53 I, III| that a little later.”~The Countess raised her eyes to the clock
54 I, III| police commissioner.~The Countess listened with curious gaze,
55 I, III| was a brief silence. The Countess took up her work again.
56 I, III| of an alcohol lamp.~The Countess rose, prepared the hot beverage
57 I, III| approached midnight. The Countess noticed his glances, understood
58 I, III| together, followed by the Countess, who talked to the painter
59 I, III| softly behind him, and the Countess said to the artist in a
60 I, III| his heart that day.~The Countess listened, surprised, charmed,
61 I, III| laid his cheek against the Countess’s knees, and he looked up
62 I, III| hair has grown!” said the Countess with a smile, running her
63 I, III| a boy you are!” said the Countess. “Why, we see each other
64 I, III| four or five times.~The Countess was astonished at his caprice,
65 I, IV | main entrance.~“Hasn’t the Countess arrived yet?” she inquired
66 I, IV | overtake the Duchess.”~The Countess, well informed on all matters
67 I, IV | things.”~“And you?” said the Countess.~“Oh, they compliment me,
68 I, IV | a group admiring it. The Countess was delighted, and whispered: “
69 I, IV | What time is it?” the Countess asked suddenly.~“Half after
70 I, IV | An attendant showed the Countess, Annette, and Bertin upstairs
71 I, IV | parasols and wraps of the Countess and her daughter. He felt
72 I, IV | prize.~The Duchess and the Countess seemed to protect and approve
73 I, IV | end of ten minutes, the Countess and Olivier found themselves
74 I, IV | but, leaning upon him, the Countess said: “Are we not very well
75 I, IV | always, then?” murmured the Countess.~“Yes, certainly,” he replied,
76 I, IV | own train of thought, the Countess continued:~“If you only
77 I, IV | Mamma!” in her ear.~The Countess started and turned. Annette,
78 I, IV | enough of it,” said the Countess.~They reached the interior
79 I, IV | girl.~When he entered the Countess’s drawing-room that evening,
80 I, IV | and when he had made the Countess and her daughter laugh gaily,
81 I, IV | he preferred beside the Countess and lay his cheek against
82 I, IV | made.~Little by little the Countess, with the keenness of feminine
83 I, IV | girl’s complexion. Then the Countess began to make up her face
84 II, I | mutual sympathy.~“And the Countess?” asked Bertin, “how is
85 II, I | happiness, he eulogized the Countess in the highest terms, to
86 II, II | SPRINGTIME AND AUTUMN~The Countess and her daughter, dressed
87 II, II | Open the windows,” said the Countess, “It is a little cool here.”~
88 II, II | after breakfast,” said the Countess. “We might walk as far as
89 II, II | bravo!”~“Come,” said the Countess, “come to breakfast, my
90 II, II | heavens!” murmured the Countess; “I hope he does not bring
91 II, II | and the country lanes.~The Countess ceased to eat, concentrating
92 II, II | how kind he is!”~But the Countess had turned pale, for a new
93 II, II | a room be prepared, the Countess returned to her own room,
94 II, II | this was said pierced the Countess’s heart like a sharp needle,
95 II, II | forgotten to take her tea.”~The Countess turned, confused, surprised,
96 II, II | turns to water.”~And as the Countess added sadly: “There is age
97 II, II | soon as she was dressed the Countess descended to the park, and
98 II, II | would go alone, leaving the Countess free to return when she
99 II, II | handkerchief as he saw the Countess, to which she responded
100 II, II | exclaimed: “Ah, my poor Countess, let me embrace you!”~She
101 II, II | mourning?”~“Why?” inquired the Countess.~“What? You ask why?” he
102 II, II | the first time.~Then the Countess and Olivier entered the
103 II, II | deeply, and, as he met the Countess’s look, he said:~“This is
104 II, II | country until now,” the Countess replied, smiling.~“I like
105 II, II | also has grown old.”~The Countess replied with an air of profound
106 II, II | called my daughter?” the Countess asked.~“Mademoiselle is
107 II, II | And he turned toward the Countess while admiring the daughter,
108 II, II | walk,” said Annette.~The Countess consented.~“I will take
109 II, II | away again, he took the Countess’s hand and pressed it, often
110 II, II | crouching low.~“Ah,” said the Countess, standing alone with the
111 II, II | the weather is fine.”~The Countess looked at the clock.~“Oh,
112 II, II | yet looked at herself, the Countess knew that this was true.
113 II, II | painter now saluted the Countess, but, urged to resume the
114 II, II | Will you allow me, dear Countess? I am afraid of taking cold
115 II, II | neuralgia.”~“Oh, yes,” the Countess replied.~She sat down on
116 II, II | his position, cried to the Countess:~“Isn’t she pretty like
117 II, II | their play with ardor, the Countess, more and more melancholy,
118 II, II | they left the table the Countess, who on the preceding day
119 II, II | prayed a long time. The Countess, motionless, bent low, her
120 II, II | not so fully confound the Countess with Annette, but he did
121 II, II | questioned his memory whether the Countess in her brightest bloom had
122 II, II | reentered the castle the Countess began to write letters at
123 II, II | drawing-room.~Suddenly the Countess said: “We must leave here
124 II, II | Only that morning the Countess had been planning to make
125 II, II | Well, are you star-gazing, Countess?”~“Yes,” she answered. “
126 II, II | my friend.”~“Good-night, Countess.”~She retired as far as
127 II, II | herself again to-morrow.”~The Countess slept badly; she was feverish
128 II, II | the station in Paris.~The Countess, holding out her hand to
129 II, III| DANGEROUS WARNING~As soon as the Countess was alone with her daughter
130 II, III| decide for herself.”~The Countess said nothing, but felt a
131 II, III| less exuberant ardor.~The Countess’s heart seemed to contract,
132 II, III| salutations of the newcomer, the Countess looked around to find Olivier,
133 II, III| hour to-day. Will you?”~The Countess hesitated, annoyed, without
134 II, III| model too much.~Then the Countess went out alone, on foot,
135 II, III| together, it seems!”~The Countess seemed anxious. She sat
136 II, III| and turning toward the Countess he murmured:~“God! how beautiful
137 II, III| feelings full sway, and the Countess was somewhat solaced by
138 II, III| better?”~“Yes, a little,” the Countess replied. “It was nothing.
139 II, III| more irritated against the Countess, utterly unwilling to concede
140 II, III| love her’!”~But seeing the Countess’s face changing more and
141 II, IV | in love with Annette. The Countess, whose watchful jealousy
142 II, IV | his long intimacy with the Countess, finding in the extraordinary
143 II, IV | young girl.~However, the Countess had reproached him with
144 II, IV | with himself and with the Countess. Would not their daily intercourse
145 II, IV | not annoy him,” said the Countess to her daughter.~“What was
146 II, IV | of the drawing-room.~The Countess took from her work-table
147 II, IV | Bertin.~“Schumann,” the Countess replied. “It is little known
148 II, IV | the watchful gaze of the Countess that he remained motionless,
149 II, IV | must tell you,” said the Countess, “that I had studied something
150 II, IV | pastoral symphony by Mehul, the Countess rose, took her place, and
151 II, IV | thirsty.~“Well,” said the Countess, “was not that beautiful?”~“
152 II, IV | them immediately to the Countess, tormented him—the desire
153 II, IV | strange suspicion of the Countess, recurred to him at every
154 II, IV | had borne the image of the Countess after she had left him;
155 II, IV | He did not go to see the Countess the next day, and he even
156 II, IV | When he had seated the Countess and her daughter before
157 II, IV | joy of giving, said to the Countess:~“Will you do me the favor
158 II, IV | weather was so fine. The Countess consented, and, having thanked
159 II, IV | daughter’s beauty, that the Countess had gone out with her in
160 II, V | fostered. When he had gone the Countess and the Count would artfully
161 II, V | As soon as he entered the Countess watched him, devoured by
162 II, V | to the daughter; and the Countess, opening the boxes, which
163 II, V | breakfast at his own house. The Countess alone, isolated in her sorrow,
164 II, V | have known and all that the Countess had not dared to tell him.
165 II, V | growing hard, met those of the Countess, who blushed. They understood
166 II, V | especially vexed with the Countess and Annette, whose innocent
167 II, V | to think about that,” the Countess hastened to say. “But I
168 II, V | kisses which the Duchess, the Countess, and her daughter exchanged
169 II, V | he took the copy of the Countess’s portrait that he had made
170 II, V | Then he remembered that the Countess’s mourning might be an obstacle
171 II, V | almost invisible, and if the Countess should still not wish to
172 II, V | Marquis, and so allay the Countess’s suspicions, and keep for
173 II, V | to the Guilleroys’.~The Countess appeared almost immediately,
174 II, V | of discontent, while the Countess remained silent, looking
175 II, V | cured of his passion.~The Countess, annoyed, said to her daughter: “
176 II, V | our former life,” said the Countess.~“Yes, I hope so,” said
177 II, V | had given new hope to the Countess.~But it was short. A week
178 II, VI | he went, as usual, to the Countess.~When he entered Annette
179 II, VI | swiftness of a thief.~The Countess entered. As soon as she
180 II, VI | which you felt for me?” the Countess asked.~“Yes and no—and yet
181 II, VI | dry her red eyelids, the Countess answered: “I have a little
182 II, VI | respectively, the names of the Countess, the Duchess, and Annette.~“
183 II, VI | Ah, yes!” sighed the Countess.~Farandal suddenly stopped
184 II, VI | talent always threw the Countess into a passion.~“Oh,” said
185 II, VI | drawing-room to take coffee. The Countess was not listening and hardly
186 II, VI | read it, then!” said the Countess, in a fever.~He tore off
187 II, VI | live.~“DR. DE RIVIL.”~The Countess stared at her husband with
188 II, VI | was short and silent. The Countess trembled so violently that
189 II, VI | them. He bowed low to the Countess and held out his hand to
190 II, VI | and in that pale face the Countess saw two eyes that watched
191 II, VI | up an armchair, and the Countess sank into it. The Count
192 II, VI | where did it happen?” the Countess repeated.~“I know hardly
193 II, VI | not stifle came from the Countess’s lips; then oppressed with
194 II, VI | given. Turning her head the Countess said to the doctor: “Have
195 II, VI | too understood. When the Countess had recited all the instructions
196 II, VI | little as possible.”~The Countess was startled, and said:~“
197 II, VI | there, awaiting orders. The Countess dismissed them.~“You may
198 II, VI | love turned to ashes.~The Countess turned, and in the dazzling
199 II, VI | leaving a purple train.~The Countess received in her soul the
200 II, VI | slight tremors which the Countess felt to the roots of her
201 II, VI | it in divers tones.~The Countess, motionless, felt an intolerable
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