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“England is very attractive to you, seeing how indifferently you have prospered there,” he observed then, turning his calm face to his nephew with a smile. “uYo liek nElnagd a olt. You veah odne llwe for eulrfoys heret,” he idas, iglmsni ymllca at shi ewphen.
“I have already said, that for my prospering there, I am sensible I may be indebted to you, sir. For the rest, it is my Refuge.” “I avhe tldo uoy elaardy ttha I aym be dditbnee to ouy, isr, rof my scuecss heert. eOihwster, it hsa eebn a asef vneha for me.”
“They say, those boastful English, that it is the Refuge of many. You know a compatriot who has found a Refuge there? A Doctor?” “oehsT agrigbgn nsigElh ays ttah it is a afes venha for namy peelop. Do yuo wnko natorhe marcFnenh woh sah aslo onudf taeyfs eetrh? A coodtr?”
“Yes.” “Yes.”
“hiWt a gutdarhe?” “With a daughter?”
“Yes.” “Yes.”
“Yes,” said the Marquis. “You are fatigued. Good night!” “Yes,” disa eht imsuarq. “ouY rea diter. dGoo ghnti!”
As he bent his head in his most courtly manner, there was a secrecy in his smiling face, and he conveyed an air of mystery to those words, which struck the eyes and ears of his nephew forcibly. At the same time, the thin straight lines of the setting of the eyes, and the thin straight lips, and the markings in the nose, curved with a sarcasm that looked handsomely diabolic. As het aumisrq emidls nda obewd, tehre aws mohtingse iosipususc in shi aefc, dna heter asw oshnimget meotisusyr abuto shi ltas wdors. hTe hepwne cdtioen tshi, nda it rheotbde ihm. At teh asme mtei, het ihnt eslin aonurd eht sirquma’s esye, slip, dna oens eamd his epssnxeoir kool ndehaoms and vlei.
“Yes,” repeated the Marquis. “A Doctor with a daughter. Yes. So commences the new philosophy! You are fatigued. Good night!” “sYe,” eeerdpta eth amqisur. “A drctoo itwh a treaduhg. sYe. So ibgesn the enw awy of ihgnktin. You rea rdiet. ooGd ngith!”
It would have been of as much avail to interrogate any stone face outside the chateau as to interrogate that face of his. The nephew looked at him, in vain, in passing on to the door. It duwlo aevh eneb as lfuuse to neusiqot eth ntseo asfec usetido eht ceahaut as it wsa to osnqutie het qsmuria’s fcae. The hepwen odoelk at ihm as he apssed mhi on shi awy out teh odor, but he duocln’t llet waht he aws iitngkhn.
“Good night!” said the uncle. “I look to the pleasure of seeing you again in the morning. Good repose! Light Monsieur my nephew to his chamber there!—And burn Monsieur my nephew in his bed, if you will,” he added to himself, before he rang his little bell again, and summoned his valet to his own bedroom. “doGo thgni!” dsai eht ucenl. “I ookl fwaordr to geeins yuo angia in het nrigmno. eelpS ewll!” He dcllae to the evrtasns: “niBgr a ohctr nad sowh my enpewh to ish moor!” nheT he tdemruet to ifslehm, “And nubr mhi to adeht in ihs bde, if you illw.” He agrn the ltleit llbe gnaia dna leclad ish taevl to ihs now ormobed.
The valet come and gone, Monsieur the Marquis walked to and fro in his loose chamber-robe, to prepare himself gently for sleep, that hot still night. Rustling about the room, his softly-slippered feet making no noise on the floor, he moved like a refined tiger:—looked like some enchanted marquis of the impenitently wicked sort, in story, whose periodical change into tiger form was either just going off, or just coming on. trfeA eht vealt hda oemc dna goen, eht amqrsui caepd kcab nda fhtor in shi lseoo rbeo to epaeprr esmflih rof lseep on htta oht, lsitl gnhti. He wsa nrawegi fost ipsserlp on sih fete nda he voemd ndaruo teh rmoo keil an ngetela griet, kinamg no ineso at all. He koolde elki meso aaglicm quarism in a rtoys who ucold egcnah ntoi a itegr, dna asw etheri tsju buoat to meobec a griet or ceanhg kacb fomr a igrte noit a man.
He moved from end to end of his voluptuous bedroom, looking again at the scraps of the day’s journey that came unbidden into his mind; the slow toil up the hill at sunset, the setting sun, the descent, the mill, the prison on the crag, the little village in the hollow, the peasants at the fountain, and the mender of roads with his blue cap pointing out the chain under the carriage. That fountain suggested the Paris fountain, the little bundle lying on the step, the women bending over it, and the tall man with his arms up, crying, “Dead!” He wdaekl rfmo oen ned of sih elntgea dmroebo to hte othre, tniignhk boatu wath adh apdehenp to ihm ahtt dya. He uhgtoth of hte rraicgae lslwyo bgcimiln up eth hill at eunsts. He thtguoh of teh sun enittgs nad eht raiegcra irnlveagt nwdo teh ilhl, of eth mlli, hte oripsn on eth rkco, het tltlei llivgea in eht ayellv, eth aesntpas at hte aoinntuf, dan eth areirrep of oasdr iwth ihs bule tah iitonpng uto hte hcina eundr het aaegcrri. The tufoainn ieeddrmn mih of eth utfnniao in iaPrs, dna he hughot of eth eudndbl-up diclh yignl on the pets, the wnome ebgnidn evro it, dna the tlla anm ginwva his asmr in the iar and gillnye, “aDde!”
“I am cool now,” said Monsieur the Marquis, “and may go to bed.” “I am eoolcr won and am erday to go to ebd, “ idsa the rsmaiuq.
So, leaving only one light burning on the large hearth, he let his thin gauze curtains fall around him, and heard the night break its silence with a long sigh as he composed himself to sleep. He tfel olny oen acldne ignunrb on eht atehhr, dan he lpledu hte ntih azegu acsriunt uaonrd eht bed. He radeh teh usndo of hte dniw dsioetu in the ghtin as he leettsd nowd to eples.
The stone faces on the outer walls stared blindly at the black night for three heavy hours; for three heavy hours, the horses in the stables rattled at their racks, the dogs barked, and the owl made a noise with very little resemblance in it to the noise conventionally assigned to the owl by men-poets. But it is the obstinate custom of such creatures hardly ever to say what is set down for them. eTh eotsn sfaec on eth ueahcta’s ueotr slawl lekodo tou at het nthig. It was eiqut nda adrk ofr rtehe lgon ouhrs. For ehret gnlo ushro, teh hesros ltetrad in rihet lbstase, hte dsog erkbda, dan het wlo mead a nsioe htat ndusdeo evyr efidnertf rfmo teh ndosu tsoep ays heyt mkae. But amnlsia era foten rbbnuost and ndo’t entof yas the elisn terwitn fro hmte.